Chapter: 893

"Oh, that’s right… Dylan is our true talented genius."

Considering the Harmons‘ standing, it wasn’t easy to have Keith confront Tyler. However, things were different if they factored in Scarlet, the Goddess of War’s connection.

"Ha! Let’s see if Tyler will continue to act as he pleases!" Dylan reveled in the praises, accepting the credit without hesitation. Hector didn’t correct them either. As long as they could resolve the situation, it didn’t matter who invited Keith.

"I believe this is just a birthday celebration. Why have you brought so many guards, General Lionheart?" Keith’s tone was frosty as he questioned Tyler, walking up to him slowly. The guards from both sides faced off against each other, creating a tense atmosphere.

"Sir Moran, this matter has nothing to do with you. I hope you won’t interfere," Tyler was indifferent. Despite Keith’s higher rank, he remained fearless.

"Millsburg falls under my jurisdiction. Its safety is my responsibility. If you stir up trouble here, it’s only natural for me to step in," Keith declared with conviction.

"You’re just a local general while I was bestowed my title by the royal family. Do you have authority over me?" Tyler retorted coldly.

"It doesn’t matter who commits the crime. As long as they do so, I will not stand idly by!" Keith confidently confronted him.

"Ha! I’m afraid the number of people you brought with you is not enough to stop my army," Tyler said, maintaining his advantage.

"If Sir Mason’s forces are insufficient, what if I join in?" At that moment, they heard an elderly yet commanding voice. It wasn’t loud, yet it reverberated through the entire place.

Following the voice, an elderly man with a white beard and matching eyebrows strolled in leisurely. He exuded a strong presence and had a piercing gaze, evoking an overwhelming air with his every move. Though unintentional, it was intimidating. As he walked through the doors, a palpable weight seemed to descend upon the crowd, like rocks pressing down on their chests. It was hard to even breathe.

"T–that… Isn’t that Sir Paul Hill?"

"Oh my God! It really is him! What’s he doing here?"

Everyone present erupted in a frenzy at his appearance. He was the patriarch of the Hill family, a highly skilled grandmaster, and a master of Balerno martial arts. He commanded immense respect and admiration in the marital world. In the entire seven provinces in Balerno, 100 thousand martial artists followed his command. He was a true leader, revered by countless followers.

"What’s going on? Sir Hill is actually here?" The Harmon family members looked at each other in genuine surprise. Paul was a reserved man with an air of mystery surrounding him. He rarely made appearances for anyone, and their families weren’t acquainted. Why would a martial arts master like him step up for the Harmon family?

"Hector, did you invite Sir Hill?" Trent was dumbfounded.

Hector shook his head.

"No."

"Who could it be then?" The Harmons were shocked once again. Who had the power to bring forth Sir Hill?

Hector shook his head again. Paul’s appearance was indeed unexpected.

"Tyler Grant, do you think I can’t stop your army?" Paul stood unwavering like a tall mountain, his presence overwhelming. Even the guards behind Tyler began trembling as they held their guns. Not everyone could handle the imposing presence of a grandmaster.

"Hmm?" At that moment, Tyler, who had been indifferent the whole time, finally furrowed his brow.