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I liked Godfrey—his bloodline was known for having substantial wealth, and his ancestors helped fund the Blood Brothers' efforts. The difference between Godfrey and the rest of his family, however, was that they were humble, and he was not. Godfrey was older, and liked to strut and flaunt his wealth. He always wore designer clothes, drove expensive cars, kept his nails manicured, and his eyebrows were arched better than a woman's. He was six foot five and was obsessed with working out. He also thought that he knew everything about every subject matter and was often defiant of the younger generations, despite us all being well into our hundreds. I tolerated Godfrey because his family supporte

“…we have witnessed the impossible.” He gestured towards Godfrey, who stood battered and weak, he was barely on his feet, and the men around him were the people supporting him. “This man, who many of us doubted, has achieved what no one else could. When Godfrey arrived, I admit, I judged him by his size and appearance. I doubted his ability to stand against Ravok. I see now how wrong I was.” The crowd murmured in agreement, their eyes fixed on Godfrey. “Today, Godfrey has proven himself not just a warrior, but the greatest soldier in the world. His courage and determination have rewritten history. Let this day remind us that strength is not just in the body, but in the heart and spirit.”

His screams were perfectly masked by the noise of Drakebay's Wetland Park. "We need to call for reinforcements!" said one of his companions before fleeing, and the rest followed suit. Godfrey had a sense of duty, but his companions only thought of saving themselves. Alexander could not be bothered to chase after them. They were not worth his time. Godfrey sighed deeply, his expression one of dejection and suffering. His companions were fair-weather friends, indeed. Such was the fickleness of the world and the unpredictability of human nature. Caleb yanked off the black cloth covering his face and recognized him. "You're Godfrey Garby, the guardian of the Lofter family."

" Godfrey couldn't help but smile smugly. Even Martial Sage experts were coming to him for pills. That was the greatest proof of his skill in pill refining. In truth, Branson and Kody had come the night before. However, Godfrey had made them wait until now so that everyone could see how close he was to them. It would also exert pressure on Sebastian at the same time, which would reclaim some of his pride. Godfrey glanced at Sebastian behind him. His eyes flickered, and he had an idea. "Thank you for your trust in me. However, perhaps I'm not the only one who can help." He pointed at Sebastian and smiled coldly as he said, "This young friend of mine is also fairly skilled in pill refining. Pe

As if an elephant sat on my chest, all the air whooshes out of my lungs in an instant. “No…” I whisper, as I fall back to the couch. When I feel the spot next to me dip, I already know Godfrey is there. “Yes, and that’s exactly why I picked you. Eight hundred years and this globe barrelling through space has changed so much, yet still so much the same,” he says, matter of fact. He knew? The whole time?? What they were actually overdosing on?! Dante growls lightly, but not too much. Godfrey makes us nervous as hell. He comes off as funny and playful sometimes but he’s a stone cold killer who wouldn’t hesitate to take my head.

"Don’t! Don’t you dare interfere with me!" Sensing the bodyguards' movements, Godfrey suddenly snapped awake. His face twisted with fury, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, "Kill him for me! Kill him!" The searing pain in his leg distorted Godfrey's features, but none of it could mask the blazing anger inside him. He, Godfrey, had been beaten into this state by a mere useless ex-convict! Even the Lloyd Group, the former backer of that useless ex-convict, Liam, wouldn’t have dared to treat him this way!

“This is one of Eden Joy’s guardians, Guardian Coridon.” Kayson looked toward Guardian Coridon and said without changing his expression, “A peak-level grandmaster. Eden Joy does employ a terrifying number of powerhouses.”

The middle-aged man had only made a slight move earlier, but the majestic and unfathomable feeling in that moment gave Andrius a completely different feeling of vastness from the elders. It was like a glimpse at the tip of an iceberg. Andrius speculated that this middle-aged man was at least at the Hollow stage! The middle-aged man’s actions apparently aroused the dissatisfaction of many elders. The leader glared at him and questioned angrily, “Gerald Godfrey, he’s a son of a traitor! He must never return to the Skybound Sect! Why are you protecting him like this? What do you intend to do?” It turned out that this middle-aged man was called Gerald Godfrey. What an imposing name.

Thomas continued, “So, Dragon Claw, I’m going to tell you what you said to me just now. Never easily trust a businessman because they will say whatever they can to make money.” He paused for a while before he resumed. “Most importantly, Godfrey is a fence-sitter. He accepted my money and also accepted your payment. So even if he doesn’t work with you, he won’t suffer any loss, since he already got the money.” How nasty. He had been paid by Dragon Claw, but he did not work for Dragon Claw. What a bastard. Unfortunately, Godfrey did not care about his reputation. He only cared about the game. Dragon Claw had been careless.

His face is wild, his body tense, almost rabid with rage. “My prince!” Godfrey gets to his feet, ignoring his now swollen face, and then lowers his head and kneels. “I apologize. I did not know this woman meant something to you.” “She means everything to me!” Raphael shouts. Godfrey’s eyes widen, and he quickly lowers his head again. “You should lose that hand you touched her with!” Raphael growls. Godfrey lifts his hand, presenting it to him. Raphael steps forward, rage burning, but I grab his arm. “Stop!”