The only person in the Jarrell family who knew the inside story was probably their old master.
At this moment.
The terrified Devin Jarrell wanted to explain.
Braydon Neal bent down and whispered in his ear, "Do you know why I am hostile to aristocratic families?"
"I, I don't know!"
Devin gulped, his eyes filled with respect and fear.
Braydon stroked his head with his left hand and placed his right hand behind his waist. A hint of tenderness and longing flashed across his eyes, and there was even a hint of reminiscence.
"It's because Frediano died at the hands of the aristocratic families!" he said softly.
"What?"
Devin suddenly raised his hand, feeling some unknown fear.
He did not know who Frediano was.
However, Devin knew the words 'northern army'.
The northern army.
It was founded on two people: Braydon and Frediano.
This secret was not known to many!
