Chương 751: Tanner's Funeral

Even if Braydon Neal said that there was no more Northern King Braydon Neal in the world, even if the Qilin Nation Protection Seal was broken, this young man in white, was still the son of Hansworth!

He was the Garrison King!

Braydon, the prodigy of his generation, had an indelible mark.

Braydon wanting to confer a title to Namar meant that he wanted them to submit to him.

Shmuel Linar forced a smile and said, "At this point, Namar has no choice. What conditions do you have, Your Highness? As long as you give Namar a way out, as the ruler of Namar, for as long as the Northern Army flag is waving in the north, the Namar army will not dare to take half a step in the north! 

"As long as you, Braydon Neal, are still alive, Namr will pay tribute to Hansworth every year for the next 500 years!"

Shmuel seemed to be much more at ease when he said this.

Becoming enemies with Braydon was the sorrow of the entire country.