Braydon Neal was not a saint!
It was better to leave the stupid act of returning good for evil to those idiots.
King Braydon adhered to the idea of killing as protection. He believed in the sword in his hand being able to kill all the enemies in the world!
Searle Lambert knelt on the ground. He had no intention of resisting this legendary Northern King.
No resisting, admitting to your crimes, and bearing all the consequences alone!
If he did not plead guilty and instead resisted King Braydon, he would be sentenced to death and his whole family would be exterminated!
Braydon said softly, "When I was seven years old, it was my birthday that rainy night. I vaguely remember your arrival. Everyone in the Neal family was afraid of you and revered you like a God. You were the leader of the dark division in Quill. You appeared in Preston like a world-shaking big shot!
His soft voice fell.
