With his hands behind his back, Braydon Neal slowly walked toward the door.
Behind him, Old Man Zito and Ernest Lanford slowly arrived, and Sammy Dudley followed.
Lenny Flitwick glanced over, and his pupils constricted like wheat. His face was pale, and sweat flowed down his temples.
As one of the twenty-four officials of the capital, he naturally knew who this white-robed youth who was slowly walking over was!
The current Northern King!
The capital had already conferred him the title of Garrison King, and he was also given the title of the Viceroy of Hansworth.
A month later, the ceremony would be held on Mount Tanish.
Even if all the twenty-four officials of the capital were here, they wouldn't be able to shake the Northern King!
The Northern King was never weaker than anyone!
Lenny's face was pale. He turned around and cupped his fists before kneeling on one knee. "Official Lenny Flitwick greets the Viceroy!"
