Dauntless God Of War novel Chapter 175

In less than thirty seconds, Max had his head twisted to the side and was spitting out blood.

His originally flushed face turned deathly pale almost immediately.

“Mr. Brady!”

“Quick, call an ambulance!”

The sight of Max suddenly vomiting blood startled everyone, and in a split second, the entire scene descended into chaos.

Harold was the first person to help Max up after the latter threw up blood.

He had known that Max's flushed face meant something was about to happen. Therefore, he had stood by Max beforehand and was ready.

After a while, the color returned to Max's cheeks. He then turned to the crowd and waved his hand in dismissal. “I'm fine. Everyone, don't panic!”

However, the others were taken aback by how Max seemed to be even more energized than before.

“Hey, Max, are you okay?” Victor asked anxiously.

It was his eightieth birthday that day, and so he hoped that it would not end up becoming a tragedy instead of a celebration.

Frankly, Victor wanted to blame Max. The latter was already nearly eighty. Even still, he refused to retire.

“I was stunned by the murderous aura of the piece. This is the work of the God of War, I'm certain of it. No one else in this world could create such a piece!” exclaimed Max excitedly.

His words rendered Yulian, who was standing beside him, speechless.

“That's impossible, Mr. Brady. They only recently wrote this. How is it possible that the God of War wrote it? Could you be mistaken?” Yulian agitatedly questioned.

“I've been appraising antiques and collectibles for almost sixty years! I've never made a mistake. Do you think that I'm trying to trick you?” Max asked, displeased.

Yulian immediately explained himself, “No. You've misunderstood the meaning of my words, Mr. Brady. What I meant was that you've only seen one of the words. Why not you try looking at the rest of the words?”

Yulian knew that the Loyalty to the Country presented before him was written by Harold at the last minute. Therefore, it could not have been the penmanship of Harold, the God of War himself.

Unless Harold was, in fact, the actual God of War.

But is it really possible? The fact that they share the same names does not mean that he is the God of War. The real God of War is still doing things all around the world.

After hearing Yulian's words, Max paused. “Well...”

Merely looking at one word had already caused Max to throw up blood. He was not sure whether his body could take it if he were to look at the rest of the words.

Then, Harold's voice was heard. “If you could handle the first word, Mr. Brady, you can possibly handle the others as well! You should finish appraising the rest of the words and force him to give up!”

Max suddenly remembered how Harold had stopped him before he had even appraised the first word.

He stared at Harold intently as he asked, “You're also able to catch the hidden message in this piece of work?”

Harold nodded.

After receiving Harold's affirmation, Max mustered his courage and picked up his magnifying glass to continue appraising the other words.

At that moment, he realized that the murderous aura he felt earlier had vanished.

He felt the soldiers' loyalty to the nation and its citizens as he saw the words “Loyalty to.”

The non-physical yet omnipresent quality of the feeling was an enigmatic experience.