Mr. Quintus?
Upon hearing the Leesons’ words, Joshua and the others turned somber.
As the wind and sand settled, a thin figure emerged from the aftermath, catching the attention of everyone present.
The elderly man’s figure was slightly hunched, his frame seemingly fragile. Yet, as he stood there, an aura of unyielding determination and invincibility emanated from him.
Despite the man’s age and the icy environment, he was merely wearing a thin green robe.
With the cloth shoes adorning his feet, as well as the flowing white beard and hair, he resembled an ancient deity from fantasy stories.
When he heard Winston and the others, he quickly lifted his hand and smiled at them.
“Yes, yes, as always, the Leesons have impeccable manners, unlike those unruly brats over there who seem to have forgotten the importance of respecting their elders,” Quintus merrily said as he patted Winston’s arm in satisfaction.
Karl, Hayden, and the rest were still dumbfounded as they wondered, But we’ve got to know who you are before we can even greet you!
Nonetheless, they kept those words hidden in their mind. They would never dare to voice them out loud.
After all, no matter how kindly a Divine Realm cultivator looked, their hands were stained with blood.
To them, killing a God Realm cultivator was akin to crushing two ants to death, a task of minimal significance and effortless execution.
Thus, it was best for Karl and the others to not draw attention to themselves.
At that thought, they sheathed their weapons and stood in respectful silence, fully aware of the consequences of provoking Quintus from the Leeson family.
However, there was an exception—Ksana.
Ksana, being from a warrior lineage, possessed an innate fearlessness within her.
In fact, she even ran over to the Leesons when she saw Quintus.
“Mister, are you here to help us out?” Ksana asked in accented Chanaean.
Quintus narrowed his eyes and turned to Ksana.
“You… This girl isn’t a Chanaean, is she?” Quintus asked, turning to Winston.
As Winston supported Quintus, he muttered, “Yes, Mr. Quintus. This girl is called Ksana, and she’s a Remdikian. I don’t know why, but she thinks of Jonathan as her master and has been fighting on behalf of Asura’s Office.”
“Fighting on behalf of Asura’s Office?” Quintus smacked his lips before nodding. “Not bad, not bad. Those who can forsake darkness and embrace the light, regardless of their country of origin, are our comrades. What a pity her hips are too small, and she won’t be able to bear a son. Otherwise, I would’ve introduced her to Sidney…”
The mention of Sidney’s name brought a sigh to Quintus’ lips. He then took Winston’s hand as a sense of melancholy washed over him.
“Winston, do you know how much I dote on my favorite grandson? I wished I could give him everything that is good in this world. Yet, he’s almost thirty, and he’s still not looking for a spouse. I’m waiting to hold my great-grandchildren, and I wonder how many more years I can live until my dream comes true.”
Karl and the others could only stare at the elderly man, bewildered and at a loss.
Why are they talking about family matters all of a sudden?
Winston promptly cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Ahem. Mr. Quintus, let us talk about Sidney’s marriage matter when we’re back. We’re… in the middle of a war.”
Quintus was momentarily surprised by the younger man’s words. Then, he gazed blankly at the people around him until his eyes finally settled on Joshua.
“The boy from the Whitley family?”
When Joshua realized that Quintus’ gaze was on him, he quickly made a small cut on his thumb and tapped Troop Summoner.
While Troop Summoner had already displayed impressive power, it had not yet revealed its full potential. If Quintus were to confront him, Joshua was determined to unleash the true might of Troop Summoner, regardless of the consequences.
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