NovelOnline Chapter 220: The Old Fool Really Disturbed Me!
Chapter 220: The Old Fool Really Disturbed Me!
While Henwell hustles to build up his permanent defenses, far off to the east, Arius receives a letter.Slapping his thigh, Arius boasts to Karitan, “I told you, my brother’s fucking unstoppable! Look—he’s already a Grand Knight!”
Karitan laughs and teases, “Didn’t Henwell say he hasn’t reached the Grand Knight rank yet?”
Arius waves it off, “Doesn’t matter! What matters is Henwell’s barely in his twenties. Even if he’s not officially a Grand Knight, he’s damn close.”
”You know what that means? He’ll easily secure the Grand Knight rank before thirty. And by fifty, he’s likely hitting Iron Knight! From then on, every faction on this continent has to take Henwell seriously. Any demands he makes will be weighed carefully.”
Karitan wraps her arms around Arius from behind, “Henwell is definitely exceptional. But you’ve gotta step up too. Build your power base strong—your strength directly boosts Henwell’s.”o Arius?
It’s a practical question. Though Amir’s still healthy and could live for decades, he can only rule for another twenty years at most before stepping down—that’s the continent’s rule.
No king can reign more than fifty years.
And who set this rule? Obviously, some stronger force.
Otherwise, no one would willingly give up power. The taste of authority is just too sweet, and no one wants to walk away voluntarily.
Power is never shared—even with your own bloodline heirs!
In twenty years, Henwell will be in his early forties, a seasoned peak Grand Knight.
During those two decades, with Henwell holding the fort and commanding the troops, Peace Haven and the Phoenix family alliance will only grow stronger.
Who could possibly control Henwell once Amir steps down?
By then, with a marriage alliance to Count Marcus and the Phoenix family’s backing, plus the close ties between Fabio of the Western Territories and Henwell, the power balance will shift heavily.
Except for Arius, who’s tight with Henwell and can keep this beast in check, none of Amir’s other sons could ever command Henwell’s loyalty.
How the hell did it come to this?!
Amir’s muttered this more than once these past few days.
If he’d known Henwell had Grand Knight potential, he would have snapped him up ages ago.
Hell, he’s got a daughter—marrying her off to Henwell wouldn’t have been a bad move either!
While Amir’s head is spinning, Count Marcus in the eastern territories is grinning from ear to ear.
“Hahaha… I told you that kid Henwell was destined for greatness! See? Didn’t I call it? You all looked down on him before, but now he’s got three elite legions under his belt and he’s a Grand Knight. Peace Haven’s rolling in cash too. A young talent like that should be my fucking son-in-law! Hahaha…”
By the end, Marcus can’t help but burst into loud laughter again.
The others just nod along, praising the Count’s keen eye.
Gunter mutters under his breath, “Wasn’t it just yesterday you were calling Henwell a toad?”
Later, Marcus finds Melissa and tells her to take a trip to Peace Haven.
Melissa pouts, “No way! You’re suddenly interested in Henwell now?”
Count Marcus says, “Huh? I’ve always had my eye on him! Otherwise, how else could he have gotten close to you? Hurry up! Plenty of people are watching him now. If you wait too long, he might end up in someone else’s arms!”
Melissa thinks it over and realizes he’s got a point. She quickly gets ready to go.
If some woman from another family beats her to it, she’d be a joke!
Meanwhile, while Marcus is busy bragging about his perfect son-in-law, Fabio gets the news and kicks his chair to pieces.
“Damn it—that old fool really disturbed me!”