Wyatt Barnes's eyebrows furrowed at the sound.
He was not taken aback by the fact that the Deputy Commander-in-Chief, Kaiser Myers, wished to meet him.
After all, he had killed someone from the Iron Blood Army.
"Wyatt, we will accompany you to testify!"
Remi Sinclair and his group stood up.
"There's no need. The fact that the Deputy Commander-in-Chief has summoned me, rather than ordering my capture, means he has surely already understood the circumstances of the incident. I'll return soon."
A small smile hung on Wyatt's face.
"Of course."
Remi nodded. He was not impulsive, and his previous reaction had simply been driven by concern.
Walking out of his tent, Wyatt addressed the soldiers of the Iron Blood Army, "Good sir, I am indeed Wyatt Barnes."
The soldiers of the Iron Blood Army stared deeply at Wyatt.
The shock within their hearts was overwhelming.
Was this nearly seventeen years old teenager, the same 'Wyatt Barnes' who had killed Joseph Davies?
