"Shut up, Harry!" Andrew snapped, already filled with the anger that was rapidly coursing through his veins after hearing the derogatory remarks that his two colleagues had hurled at the great general he respected so much. He simply could not accept it. Harry looked up in surprise, "Why are you angry? Isn't the one you brought a beggar? Look at the clothes he's wearing! The taxi driver's clothes outside are better than his." "Stop it! Don't ever dare to say like that!" Andrew said, pointing at Harry with his index finger. "Have you forgotten who I am?" Harry retorted, now glaring fiercely at Andrew. "Let's fight!" Andrew said irritably. "This isn't necessary," Bill said and he strangely didn't feel offended by the two men's remarks. This was probably because he was so used to being insulted and abused by people, that he just took it as an afterthought. "They have the nerve to insult you, Gen-" "Andrew Reece!" Bill cut it. Andrew realized he was about to make a big mistake.
"General Gardner, did you just question my decision?" Keannu asked, looking offended. Jody Gardner clearly didn't like it but he tried to restrain himself, "No, Your Majesty. Mercy, Your Majesty. I just want an explanation. I thought I was doing my best. But, you turned out to be-" "Calm down, General. It's not that I don't appreciate your efforts and struggles. Quite the contrary, in order to make your task easier, I am providing you with a War Advisor." Keannu turned to Bill who nodded. Jody was even more annoyed, obviously Keannu's words were a lie. The viceroy must have doubted his abilities to appoint an unknown person as his advisor. How annoying. "But I've never heard the name 'Bill Stewart', Your Majesty," Gardner said. Keannu immediately said, "Of course you've never heard of him. He is not from this part of Europe. He's from far away." Bill frowned. Andrew said quietly, "King Keannu looks unbelievable." "He never lies," Bill said. Indeed, when it came to selfishness,
Jody Gardner who was wearing his fur coat turned around, looking at Anthony with a puzzled look on his face. "Why are you asking about the defeat penalty?" Jody asked. Anthony moistened his lower lip, looking even more nervous. "Are you saying now that you don't think I'll win? Does your war strategy suck?" Jody asked with a sharp gaze that made Anthony move backwards in fear. "N-no, General. It's not like that, I'm just curious." Jody gave him a probing look before finally answering, "Oh, I see. Death penalty, of course." Anthony was dumbfounded, more like he was too shocked. "Death penalty?" "Yes. Why? Are you scared?" Jody asked. Anthony didn't answer but the expression on his face should have told Jody that he was scared to death. Anthony even thought that maybe his skin colour had turned completely white. "Uh, you shouldn't be afraid." Anthony was still silent, still too shocked. Jody added, "If we win, you will get a huge reward, apart from living in the palace and
Bill did not have time to answer because the king suddenly had guests and was forced to end his meeting with Bill. Bill also had to feel the failure of defending someone. Anthony, who was a historian, was eventually executed with three shots fired at him. The shots hit his vital organs and brought him to death. Two days after the incident, Bill was officially appointed as a War Advisor in the Kingdom of Ans De Lou and began moving to the Gold building to live with Jody Gardner. "You know, Stewart. You got that position after taking the lives of thousands of people, are you happy about that?" Jody Gardner said when Bill first set foot in the building. Bill smiled, "General, I was just following King Keannu's orders." "Oh yeah? Do you think I believe in you?" Jody replied, glaring at Bill. The man obviously couldn't accept Bill willingly. He was only forced to accept Bill on the king's orders. He had already lost, however he didn't want his title revoked so he had to endure despi
"You ... who are you?" Shirley asked stammeringly. The tall, well-built man smiled broadly, "You forgot me, Sister-in-Law?" Shirley nearly fainted at the sound of that voice, staring in disbelief. So did Cassandra who looked shocked, transfixed and stunned at the words of the man in the elegantly handsome black suit. "Bill?" Cassandra said, still in disbelief. "Yes, darling. This is your husband," Bill said, smiling at his wife. Shirley tried to snap out of it, "You ... where could that loser be? Bill turned round and looked at the sister-in-law who had insulted him so often, "Uh, do I have to tell you all the insults you threw at me back then?" Shirley exhaled harshly. Oh, it was definitely Bill, her brother-in-law who was a lowly person. Only Bill would throw out such scathing insinuations, she didn't know any other man who would do such a thing. Cassandra said with mixed emotions, "You ... where have you been? Why did you just show up?" Bill turned to his wife, "We'll talk
"I've put it there," Bill said, pointing to the pile of presents by the door on the right. Peter Green said, "Uh, I've been dying to see that." "Yeah, right. Me too. What will my dear brother-in-law give me?" George said with a wink. However, the wink seemed to be such an obvious mockery that his youngest sister Shirley snickered. But, as usual, Bill was calm and unfazed by the little interruption. The bride spoke up, "Shall we open the gifts from the guests now, darling?" Shirley Wood looked up at her husband and gave him a sensual, alluring smile. Peter replied with a brief peck on the lips, "If you want to, let's do it, darling." "Alright, let's get the host to announce it," Shirley said. Before the newlyweds left Bill and Cassandra, Shirley took a moment to say, "Don't think I expect much from your gift, Bill. I'm just curious." Bill didn't reply. George Wood played with his finger by lowering his thumb, swooping down. Anyone would have easily understood that George was
With trembling hands he touched a gold piece that had a name engraved on it. He didn't know if it was pure gold so he didn't know how to comment. Peter took the large gold disc and began to read in a trembling voice, "General Mackenzie. This is his portrait. Yes, this is unmistakable. This is the image of the war general of the Ans De Lou Kingdom." Peter examined the disc carefully and then smiled. "Gosh, I can't believe I'm touching it." Shirley, who did not understand, asked, "What is it, dear?" "Oh, Dear. Don't you know about this? This disc belonged to this kingdom's war hero. The most powerful God of War ever, General Mackenzie," Peter said as he gazed at the disc with awe. Some people gawked and some began to comment. "Gosh, that can't be real, can it? How can it be real?" "Shouldn't the disc be in the Silver Building? General Mackenzie's residence." "Yeah, I heard that no outsiders can get into it. So, how did he get it?" "Oh, no. Did he steal it?" another said. "It
"Yes, only three." "He didn't miscount, did he?" George was still hopeful that what Bryan said was wrong. Bryan replied, "If he had miscounted, he would have been hanged by King Keannu." Uh, that's right. A royal bodyguard could not have been chosen so easily. A series of tests must have been passed, it was unlikely that the bodyguard would make a mistake in arithmetic. George was forced to ask again, "So, where is the other one?" "My colleague in charge of guarding the place said that Andrew Reece received orders from General Mackenzie to give it to a man named ... wait a minute, I'll ask again. I forgot his name," Bryan replied. Christopher's aura had darkened like a crow clawing at its prey. George, on the other hand, was so agitated that he gripped his mobile phone tighter. He was very anxious, not wanting what was happening to go against his wishes. In the part of the hall where the guests were standing, Cassandra was holding her breath not yet relieved, but Emma was alrea