King Braydon Neal was going to kill this person today.
Even if Dominic Lowe, the Duke, was here, Hector Sattler would definitely die!
Braydon had been conferred the title of king at the age of seventeen and had been secretly investigating the matter of the Ludwig army for three years. The more he investigated, the more despaired he was.
King Braydon sat on the golden dragon chair. His tone was domineering; no one could match it.
Stanley Weasley and the others were silent.
"Nico, bring Hector Sattler here. Alive or dead!" Westley Hader said decisively.
"Wait!"
Dominic Lowe sighed lightly and said, "Whatever it is, he's from the Sattler family. If the capital garrison personally captured him, not giving Old Hector any face, it would only cause trouble in the future. I'll go negotiate. I'll bring him here before dark!"
It was a personal promise.
Braydon stared at him. He was not naive enough to trust Dominic completely.
