Chapter 992: Young Master Level Treatment

Chapter 992: Young Master Level Treatment

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Without contact with the outside world, they naturally did not know the changes in the outside world. It was not difficult to preserve the ancient traditions from hundreds of years ago.

All martial artists in the world were accompanied by loneliness and bitter cultivation.

They could endure loneliness!

Thirty-two young men, thirty girls, and two young men all knelt on one knee. Their eyes were filled with respect. They did not dare to look Braydon Neal in the eye. They lowered their heads and said humbly, “Greetings, Your Holiness.”

“Everyone, get up!”

Braydon frowned slightly, showing a hint of dissatisfaction.

“If Your Holiness is dissatisfied, I can change a batch of maidservants for you,” the silver-haired granny said hurriedly.

“There is no kneeling ceremony in the Northern Army. This is the Heavenly Mountain, where the teacher lives. I can’t say much, but I don’t allow kneeling here. There is no distinction between master and servant.”

Braydon’s words had a deeper meaning.

The Northern King had over a million elites under his command, and they had always addressed each other as comrades, not allowing any kneeling.

He was born as a man, standing between heaven and earth.

Why did he need to kneel to outsiders?

The heroic men of the Northern Army didn’t even fear the heaven and earth. They killed all the so-called gods and ghosts with one slash.

This was the heart of martial arts that Braydon had set up for them.

The heart of a martial artist should be fearless.

Without such boldness, it would be difficult to achieve great success in martial arts.

The prosperity of Hansworth that Braydon wanted was for the men of Hansworth to be like dragons and for the women to be like phoenixes.

This was the prosperity that Braydon wanted, not the power to dominate the court, stand in the world, and rule the world.

If Braydon was really greedy for power and fame, why would he wear a commoner’s robe?

Why would he need to guard the desolate land of the northern desert?

With Braydon’s military achievements and prestige, he could have entered the palace long ago. The officials would bow their heads and listen to his orders.

However, those things were all things that the Northern King did not want.

At this moment, Braydon’s words caused everyone’s expression to change.

At the entrance of the hall, Frosty and the other two girls stood quietly.

“Little Seven is different from us,” Rhea Reeves said helplessly.

“Of course, Little Seven is the son of the country’s fate and the young leader of Hansworth. However, why did the teacher give the little black stone to Gideon and ask him to pass it to Little Seven? Why didn’t the teacher give it to him personally?”

Lana Sadler’s clear eyes revealed a somewhat puzzled expression.

Grandma Harriet brought thirty-two people into the small courtyard. Braydon didn’t reject these maidservants in the end.

If he did, these girls would die!

No one cared about their lives!

The silver-haired granny was about to speak, “Your Holiness...”

“You may leave!”

Braydon didn’t need anyone to take care of him.

The silver-haired granny lowered her head and slowly left the courtyard.

There was a large courtyard with a pond, a fragrant garden, and a wooden house.

This place was like a paradise.

The thirty-two people spread out and cleaned the entire courtyard.

Braydon sat alone in the courtyard. Someone immediately brought over some wine and snacks.

“Your Holiness, do you need anything else?” asked a slim, fair-skinned girl. She was in the prime of her youth and had a beautiful oval face.

“Sit down and let’s have a chat.”

Braydon looked up at her and asked her to sit down.

The girl’s face was pale. She quickly knelt down and said, “The rules of the Heavenly Mountain forbid maidservants from sitting at the same table as His Holiness. If we violate the rules, we will be executed.”

“Once you enter this small courtyard, no one will dare to punish you!”

Little Fool knew Braydon’s protectiveness the best.

In the outside world, the soldiers of the Northern Army, even those who had retired, would not be punished easily by the five main teams under the five commanders if they were to wear cold swords and make mistakes. They would be sent back to the northern region and have the Northern Army deal with them.

Of course, it was the same on Heavenly Mountain.

If the people in this small courtyard committed a mistake, Grandma Harriet and the others couldn’t go past Braydon to punish them.

Only then did the girl stand up with her head lowered, still not daring to sit down.

The rules of Heavenly Mountain had been instilled in their minds since they were young. They knew the consequences of doing anything wrong.

Braydon held the wine glass and looked at the viscous wine inside. It was red wine and had the fragrance of fruits.

The girl said softly, “This is Barbera. It’s brewed from sixteen types of flowers and fruits that contain spiritual energy. It’s also mixed with Inferno Grass. At first, it has the fragrance of flowers and fruits, but later on, it also has the burning effects of wine.”

After all, this was wine, not flower tea.

“What’s your name?” Braydon put down his wine glass.

“I’m Xana. I’m nineteen years old this year!” The girl said in a charming voice as she refilled the wine glass.

“I have a friend with the same name as you. Her name is Xana Thomas.”

Braydon thought of the eldest daughter of the Thomas family, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.