Chapter 146 - 146 The Older Generation of Hidden Forces Won’t Appear Without Military Orders

146 The Older Generation of Hidden Forces Won’t Appear Without Military Orders

The simple and honest old man called out, knocked the tobacco pipe in his hand against the stone and poured out the ashes.

Tristan Yandell’s identity was not hard to identify.

He was wearing a black shirt embroidered with a silver flying fish. Any martial artist with some knowledge could recognize that he was a governor.

This scared the old man!

Braydon Neal stood with his hands behind his back and chuckled. “I thought that the Elusive Fish technique was lost. I didn’t expect to see it here!”

Just now, the simple and honest old man’s movement was like a fish in water, avoiding Tristan’s capture.

Braydon could see through his technique at a glance.

The simple and honest old man’s surname was Zito. The villagers called him Old Man Zito, and his real name had almost been forgotten.

Old Man Zito’s eyes were unfocused, and he was already scared.

After all, Tristan’s background was so great. Even if he was beaten to death, he would not provoke such an important person.

With shifty eyes, he could not help but steal a glance at the young man in white.

However, the young man in white liked to wear cotton clothes. He had a cape with a golden Qilin embroidered on it. One look and one could tell that he was extraordinary.

“Look at this robe, is it handmade with gold silk?” Old Man Zito exclaimed.

His dirty hands tried to touch the golden Qilin on the cloak.

Tristan retracted his playful expression and said in a low voice, “If you don’t want to die, don’t touch it with your dirty hands!”

The gilded Qilin was the symbol of the northern army. It was the totem in the eyes of the soldiers of the ten legions, and it was extremely sacred.

This old man dared to touch it, which was blasphemy.

He deserved to be killed!

Old Man Zito looked at it seriously for a long time before mumbling to himself, “I’ve seen this small Qilin symbol when I was young…”

He mumbled in a soft voice that was still in a dialect.

The key was that he was missing a front tooth, and his pronunciation was off.

Which normal person would understand?

“Old man, what are you mumbling about? Weren’t you born and raised here? How would you be able to recognize the cold sword?” Tristan’s gaze was not friendly.

Old Man Zito straightened his neck. “I do know him!”

“It’s not strange for a martial artist to recognize a cold sword!”

Braydon opened his mouth, his eyes shining with a light smile. “However, only people from the northern territory would see the golden Qilin as their faith!

“As for you, why do you have such a look in your eyes?”

His words seemed calm, but they contained a sense of majesty.

Old Man Zito’s mumbling earlier was soft, but Braydon was a king level figure with amazing hearing. He could even identify a fly’s position within a hundred meters.

Therefore, Old Man Zito’s mumbling could not escape Braydon’s ears!

More importantly, Old Man Zito had wanted to touch the golden Qilin on the cloak. He looked like he wanted to take a closer look but did not dare to profane it.

He really looked like the soldiers of the north!

Although Old Man Zito had hidden it well, Braydon had caught the special emotion in his eyes when he saw the gold gilded Qilin robe.

Tristan was slightly stunned. He squinted his eyes, and a cold light flashed past them.

At this moment, he no longer treated the old man as an ordinary old man.

Old Man Zito started to mumble again. “I’m just an old man from the countryside. I’ve never seen the world, and I’ve never harmed anyone. Why are you bullying me?”

“Is that so? Do you recognize this token?”

Braydon’s left hand moved slightly, and a purple-gold token appeared between his fingers.

This was the Northern King’s token, also known as the northern army commander’s token!

An order was like an order to the general, and he could mobilize the ten legions of the north.

The ten most ruthless men of the north must listen to the orders!

In fact, the influence of the Northern King’s token was not limited to this.

With King Braydon’s influence, with his Northern King token, and based on Westley Hader’s behavior in front of Braydon…

If he gave an order, would the current governor, Westley Hader, who controlled 70,000 elites in the capital’s garrison, obey his orders?

Would the three governors obey him?

Would the five great commanders listen to his orders?

They would all listen to his orders!

As a soldier from the northern territory, the mark of the north was forever engraved in his bones.

Even if he were to die, he would still listen to his orders!

This was the influence of King Braydon.

At this moment, when the Northern King token appeared…

Tristan put his sword back into the sheath. His body was straight, and his eyes were firm and solemn. He did not dare to show any disrespect.

Old Man Zito held the cigarette in his mouth and smiled naively, revealing his yellow teeth. He looked very honest.

He did not seem to recognize the Northern King token!

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Tristan felt a chill in his heart. There was no way this old man was an honest person!

“You recognize the cold sword and the golden Qilin robe, but you don’t recognize the Northern King token. Interesting!” Braydon seemed to be smiling, but his expression was cold.

Based on Old Man Zito’s age, there was no such person within the past ten years of the records in the north.

The north had strict rules. Old Man Zito looked like he was in his 70s or 80s.

Even if it had been twenty years ago, he would not have been able to join the northern army, let alone ten years ago.

It was because age was a rigid standard.

Therefore, in the past ten years, there was no one like this old man in the north in the past ten years of Braydon’s reign.

He was not from the northern territory and had never been to the north, but he had such a look in his eyes.

This old thing had a secret!

“General, don’t waste your breath on him,” Tristan said. “After dealing with Searle Lambert, take him away and send him to the Preston team for all kinds of torture. This old man will say anything you want to hear then!”

“No, I didn’t come for him today!”

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Braydon came here for Searle Lambert today, not for Old Man Zito.

He had already wasted too much time at the village entrance.

If this dragged on and Searle Lambert escaped, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack in the vast sea of people outside.

“I’m not interested in your past. Now, tell me where the person in the photo is!” Braydon took out Searle Lambert’s photo.

This was his last chance.

People like Braydon would not treat martial artists as gently as they treated ordinary people.

Old Man Zito was immediately terrified.

He said honestly, “The man in the photo came to live in the village ten years ago. He calls himself Sean Zant and lives in the west of the village. However, I saw that he was a martial artist, and his strength was not weak. He must have caused some trouble outside and is hiding here.”

“Then, isn’t he the same type of person as you?”

A dangerous light appeared in Tristan’s eyes.

The old man in front of him was probably at the War God level.

There were not many War Gods in the country.

Every War God had a name, and no matter where they went, they would be treated with respect. All the major forces would fight to recruit them.

However, this old man lived in a small village and looked like he was in tatters.

In Tristan’s eyes, the old man was the same as Searle Lambert. There was an 80% chance that he was someone who had made a huge mistake and was hiding in a small village like this.

It would be really hard for the special operations team and the dark division to track down someone like him.

Unless it was discovered by someone like today.

Old Man Zito’s body trembled. He was not afraid of Tristan, but he was afraid of Braydon!

The northern army’s commander, who was wearing a Qilin official’s robe, was here. If he dared to admit that he had made a big mistake, he would definitely be killed on the spot.

“I’m not. It’s true. Eighteen generations of my ancestors have lived here. My surname is Zito, and I was born and raised here. If you don’t believe me, you can go and check it out!” The old man pulled a long face.

Tristan said, “You have the strength of a War God, but you are hiding in this village for no reason. Do you think I’m an idiot?”