At the entrance of the hall, a white-robed youth held a handsome little boy's hand in his left hand and entered the hall.
It was the king of the northern territory, Braydon Neal, and the young master of the Northern Army, Trevon Neal.
The father and son stepped into the hall.
Dominic Lowe rushed forward and bowed. "Greetings to the Northern King and the Young Master of the Northern Army!"
"Greetings, Lord Northern King!" The ministers all bowed, everyone solemn.
"Gentlemen, it's been a long time!" Braydon smiled gently.
"Karson Jacobo of the Northern Army pays his respects to the commander!" Karson walked out and greeted.
Braydon nodded. "Heather is busy today and can't come. I came to take a look on her behalf. If you have anything to say, feel free to tell me."
"The Northern Army wants to sue Dominic Lowe!" A calm voice came from outside the door.
