Salute To The General
Chapter 1946

Chapter 1946

"Sherman, you know that's not what I meant," Gillian said quickly.

"I'm just saying that you don't have experience in dealing in the city without your father. What's more, Nathan had been the General of the North in his day. People call him the God of War for the number of people he had slaughtered."

“I'm just afraid you are no match for him,” she said.

"Gillian, you're overthinking," Sherman interrupted confidently.

“I have learned a thing or two by my father's side for years. I don't claim to be as good as him, but even if I had half my father's skill, it would be enough to deal with Nathan."

"Besides, I'm not going alone. I have with me four of my father's Mighty Twelve Warlords. Nathan will have a hard time trying to kill me."

Just then, Gillian noticed four men behind Sherman that stood out among the rest.

The first of which was a plump monk in expensive robes. Unlike most monks, this one radiated evil and destruction. His name is Pathol, one of Mighty Pax's Twelve Warlords.

The second one had a tall and broad frame, but his most striking features were his purple beard and light blue eyes. He was Morgoth, another Mighty Warlord.

The third had a slender build. Face sharp as a knife, gaze cold and prating. He looked cool and intimidating. He is called Maha.

The last one was old and short, with disheveled hair and looking like he had not showered in days. There was a gourd filled with liquor on his waist. He was Liber, the Drunken Master.

These four are Rax's deadliest assassins. They conquered across the land together back in the day.

Each one of them had the ability to raise hell and carnage.

Gillian felt much more at ease after she saw Sherman's companions.

"Yes you're right, I was overthinking," Gillian laughed. "With Uncle's wisdom, he would have foreseen and arranged for every scenario."

"Well, all the Goldsteins will be looking forward to the good news. Bring Nathan's head back."

The Goldsteins came forward to wish Sherman

luck.

Sherman had been living like a hermit here at the villa ever since he was born. Occasionally he slipped out into the world.

He had never been the center of attention before.

It was slightly overwhelming, but he enjoyed it.

Sherman led the Warlords and accompanied the Goldstein party down the mountain.

He wasn't in a rush to depart for Channing. He had spent three days in Brimmopolis drinking and womanizing, almost forgetting about his mission.

At last, Pathol had to remind Sherman of their mission. "Mr. Goldstein, we have a job to do. We need to leave for Channing as soon as possible."

Sherman was drunk. With an arm

each around a young lady, he said irritably, "I'm having a good time

here. What's the rush in going t Channing? There is no fun and

women there like they do here at Brimmopolis."

"I'm not going anywhere tonight. We'll talk about this later."

Sherman, growing up within the walls of Lamburg Mountain Villa, has had to live like a monk since young. Many earthly pleasures were not known to him.

But now, away from his father and

the villa, Sherman felt like a bird experiencing life outside of a cage for the first time. He felt giddy with excitement.

Pathol was stumped.

Liber had an idea. He took out a crumpled photograph and pushed it

there are even more beautiful

women in Channing. This photo here is Nathan's wife. They call her the Business Goddess."

in front of Sherman. "Mr

It was a photograph of Nathan and Penny.

Sherman was starstruck. "My goodness! What a beautiful woman!"

"I want her!"

"Then let us depart for Channing."