Salute to the General novel 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 penetrating. 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