The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette novel Chapter 1206

Chapter 1206

Then a name slowly came to his mind.

Patrick Jenkins.

He was the deputy leader of the personal guards who were loyal to Sean.

He was Sean’s right–hand man, just like Zander.

He was brave and a good fighter, making great accomplishments at a young age.

Patrick would have had a bright future in the army if nothing went wrong.

However, he died in vain a year ago under Blaze’s wrong command.

“Commander…”

Zander took a deep breath and turned to look at Sean.

“Patrick’s gone?”

Sean asked solemnly after two seconds of silence.

“Patrick has been trying to get justice for you since you left.

“Blaze hates him because of it.

“He ordered Patrick to take the lead for any dangerous task.”

With that said, Zander clenched his fist, his heart filled with anger.

Patrick’s loyalty to Sean was no less than Zander’s.

Because of this, many people wanted justice for Sean after what happened to him, and Patrick was the most outspoken among them.

Zander tried to dissuade Patrick, but Patrick rebuffed him..

Zander could not tell him the truth, and he could only bear the shame and pretend to comply with Blaze. Blaze was not going to let the discontent Patrick do whatever her wanted.

Therefore, Zander suspected Blaze was involved in Patrick’s death.

Of course, Blaze was related to the deaths of so many comrades since Sean left.

Sean said nothing but made another mental note to hold Blaze accountable for another death he had done.

By the time he returned to the Northwest, he would list down everything and make Blaze pay double.

“Commander, Brother Patrick had few relatives.

“I must help them.

“I’ll join you in the afternoon.”

Jeffrey looked at Sean and said quietly.

“Let’s go together.”

Sean turned his head and said as he looked in the distance.

“Well…”

Jeffrey was stunned.

Sean had a high status in his heart.

It was so high that he could only look up to him.

Therefore, he thought Sean should not pay attention to such things.

“Just do whatever he says.”

Zander added.

“Yes!”

Jeffrey answered and said no more.

The night passed quietly.

The next day, Joules Town’s northern suburb.

Leefield Springs Town had countless small villages.

Patrick’s hometown was within this area.

When they arrived, Sean, Zander, and Jeffrey saw iron walls built around many places.

It seemed that this area was in for a major development.

Many villages had been demolished.

Only a few villages remained, awaiting demolition.

Tree leaves fluttered in the air at the hillside behind a villager’s house.

A grey–haired old woman, a woman in her 20s, and a child of four or five years old were standing there. There was a tombstone and flowers in front of them.

A photo of a young man dressed in an army uniform was in front of the tombstone. He had good features and good looks.

Zander would have recognized Patrick instantly.