ushernet Chapter 1305: Swindled Another One
Chapter 1305: Swindled Another One
Chapter 1305: Swindled Another One
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After he finished speaking, in the dark of night, two pairs of bright eyes brimmed with anger.
It was Sapphire Neal and Jayven Neal.
“Grandpa, what’s not supposed to be talked about?”
Jayven came straight out.
He’d overheard Sorrell Neal and their grandfather arguing just moments ago.
Sorrell had already stormed off!
Lowell Neal seethed.
He’d had enough of the eavesdropping.
In the end, his own son and daughter were the ones eavesdropping.
He’d already said his piece today.
Lowell’s expression turned sour.
“Go back to your room. Not a word about tonight’s events.”
“If you don’t tell us, sis and I will leave tonight. And if you confine me, I’ll inform Braydon that the Neal family has betrayed the country!”
Jayven had never dared to confront his father like this before.
But now, he spoke with a calm resolve that couldn’t be ignored.
This kid meant business!
Instead, Graham Neal chuckled heartily.
“Even Jayven is all grown up. Well done, daring to stand up to your father. You’re much braver than before.”
“Grandpa, tell us the truth,” Jayven said once more.
Yet, it had to be said tonight.
If nothing was said, Braydon Neal and Sorrell would undoubtedly return home upon hearing of Jayven’s departure.
Graham sat in the pavilion and spoke softly, “The might of the ruins nearly broke our spirit. We’re inferior to them, so we had no choice. Of course, death isn’t what scares us. How many of the Neal family members have fallen in battle since your great-grandfather’s time?”
“Dying isn’t the hard part. Your father and I aren’t afraid of death. The Neal men have never lacked courage. What we fear is if we perish in battle, will the next generation be able to carry on?”
As the old man posed the question, Jayven fell silent.
“I might not be able to, but Braydon and Sorrell can,” he admitted, bowing his head.
“I’m not just talking about the Neal family here, but the future of all of Hansworth. Can one individual hold the line for a while, or for a lifetime?” Lowell pondered aloud.
The old man continued, his voice laden with reminiscence. “The Seventh Sovereign Lord shouldered the burden of an entire era alone. Her ultimate fate was tragic.”
This was the essence of Devil King Yanagi – pragmatic, indifferent to moral conventions, and driven solely by the necessity to thwart the aboriginal martial artists.
The chaos within the ruins had left people despondent; formalities and doctrines mattered little in the face of such peril.
Many in the world were quick to espouse principles and religious doctrines, yet they faltered when confronted with the aborigines’ blade.
Such things had no hold on the aborigines.
In simpler terms, Devil King Yanagi cared little for such matters.
All they had to do was to reap as much benefit as they could from the ruins and strengthen themselves.
When the imperial decree expired, the powerful factions would bar the bronze doors.
At that juncture, the world would then know if these giants were actually good or bad.
Devil King Yanagi might not adhere to conventions, but he was undeniably pragmatic.
Yet, persuading the South Pole Island’s major powers to relinquish their enmity was akin to an impossible task.
Jayven stood in the pavilion, stunned by what he heard.
He was utterly flabbergasted!
This young lad probably hadn’t anticipated that the elders in his family would resort to such deceit against the aborigines.
It was a classic case of prioritizing wealth above all else.
They accepted the benefits, indulged in the spirit herbs, and ultimately, refused to open the door—a tactic designed to inflict a double blow on the aborigines.
Sometimes, when Finley acted, his actions were not only cunning but also malicious!
Luther Carden got his craftiness from Finley.
The streak of viciousness in the Northern Army seemed to be inherited.
Graham reached out and tousled his grandson’s hair affectionately.
“The war will commence in ten months,” he said tenderly. “If things take a turn for the worst, then this move by Devil King Yanagi will be our last hope for survival. We’ll safeguard the last vestige of our bloodline.”
“Even if I perish in battle, I won’t grovel before the aborigines!” Jayven declared fervently, his excitement palpable.
He’d sooner meet his end in combat.
Graham smiled and instructed his grandchildren to return to their beds.
Not a word about tonight’s events was to be uttered.
Life on the South Pole Island carried on as usual, seemingly oblivious to the impending millennium.
Meanwhile, in the bustling capital city, brightly lit streets buzzed with activity as the night unfolded.
Countless young souls embarked on their nocturnal adventures, succumbing to the allure of the city’s opulent lifestyle.
At the southern gate of the capital, two young men made their quiet return.
Braydon chose not to publicize his arrival from the South Pole Island, and his entrance into the capital was equally discreet—as if his presence went entirely unnoticed by all.