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Chapter 1314

Chapter 1314

"That's impossible," the Eastjon king dismissed the thought without

even thinking.

There was an elder in the National Martial Bureau who was from his family, the Blanco family. The message he had received was that the head of the National Martial Bureau had broken through to the

Profound Oriental Realm and would be lending a hand to support

Bobby in upholding the Southern Martial Alliance.

He would not have pushed his daughter to the Palmer family's martial prodigy otherwise.

Anton stood up with his wine glass in hand and patted Yelzog on the shoulder. "Yelzog, your vision is too small!" Then, he made toward the table where Nash was sitting.

Sitting next to Nash, Francel hurriedly warned him, "Nash, Mr. Anton' is coming to offer you a toast. He's the father of the Warden of the

Eastern Territory and the helmsman of the six martial halls. He's

humble and modest, highly respected in the community!"

Hearing this, Nash quickly stood up with his wine glass, ready to meet him. "Mr. Varhess," he greeted respectfully.

Anton's eyes were filled with admiration as he said, "Good lad, you haven't disgraced your father."

Nash was surprised to see Anton here. He was shocked but quickly suppressed his emotions. This man was the father of the Warden of

the Eastern Territory and likely held considerable prestige in official

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circles. It was not strange for him to know the Warden of the

Northern Territory.

Nash was the son of the Warden of the Northern Territory, and although there was not much resemblance between them, someone with a certain level of cultivation would be able to sense their

bloodline connection.

Nash smiled slightly. "Sir, you flatter me. I only did what I could, which pales in comparison to those heroes who defend our country!" He was not only praising his own father but also lauding the Warden of the Eastern Territory..

Anton burst into laughter. "Calm and composed, and you're not

arrogant or impulsive either. If only my grandsons were half as good

as you!"

Nash scratched his head awkwardly. "Everyone has their reckless moments when they're young. I was quite arrogant back in the day!"

He was referring to the days he spent traveling the south and north with his master and his time dominating the world of assassins. After getting married, his arrogance somewhat subsided and his temperament became more stable.

Anton gave Nash a look. "You're not even as old as my grandson, yet you act as if you are." Before Nash could respond, he smiled kindly and added, "Come, let me make a toast to you!"

"No, no, no, it's me who should make a toast to you!" Nash held up his glass with both hands, not daring to be presumptuous.

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standing and deserving of Nash's toast.

After clinking glasses, Nash took the lead and emptied his glass in

one go. Anton also downed his glass in one gulp.

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He patted Nash on the shoulder, his voice earnest and laden with meaning when he said, "You've unified the martial arts forces of the South. The responsibility on your shoulders is immense. Should you need assistance in the future, don't hesitate to contact me. I'll give you my utmost support!"

He paused, glancing at the Easttjon king, who was drinking silently. He then continued, "Eastjon is the largest province in the Eastern region. The fact that Yelzog can sit on his current throne shows his

competence.

"Unless you harbor some significant grievance against him, my advice would be to turn your hostility into friendship."

Nash looked deeply at the man who was the head of the Varhess

family. He had not shown an ounce of his dissatisfaction toward the

Eastjon king this entire time. He had not even rejected him outright,

yet Anton had noticed his sentiments.

"Mr. Calcraft." A beautiful woman in a sexy dress approached them with a glass of red wine in hand, her hips swaying. Her red lips parted again, and she introduced herself, "I'm Genevieve from the Goode

family of Cazadine. May I get to know you?"

Anton laughed heartily. "I won't disturb you young people, then. Carry on as you please!" With that, he turned and left.

Nash had not felt any waves of inner energy from Anton, which made him want to use his Third Eye to check Anton's core directly. He Chapter 1314

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restrained himself, however, as a person could tell when they were

being scrutinized after reaching a certain level of cultivation.

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