"What?"
The whole hall was shocked.
"Are you crazy?" Tristan Yandell was dumbfounded.
"Governor, think twice. The 24 divisions cannot be touched lightly. Each of them bears a great responsibility. If we touch them, we will be severely punished by the capital!"
The War Gods of the governor office all advised.
Westley Hader smiled with his hands behind his back. "From tonight onward, he will be addressed as Dominic Lowe, not Duke Lowe!"
"What?"
Everyone was stunned once again.
Westley exhaled and said softly, "After tonight, I will inherit Duke Lowe's legacy and I will never be able to return to Northern Army for the rest of my life!
"This is something that makes me extremely upset!
"Therefore, use the blood of the 24 divisions of the capital to pave the way for me to enter the palace of the capital!"
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