Chapter - 1320

George replied, “The colonel has his suspicions that America has been training a team of assassins.”

“This team of assassins poses a great deal of danger to the heads of all the countries in Eurasia.”

“If they continue to think of you as the crippled Great Marshal, the assassins will view you as an easy game and come for you. When that happens, you can ambush them instead and kill them.”

“On the other hand, if you expose your identity as the King Class warrior, they will be too afraid of you to kill you. That means they’ll turn their attention to weaker and more vulnerable targets.”

Zeke nodded. “The colonel has thought this through very well. I will follow his advice.”

The Grand Ceremony began.

Seated in the hall, Clyde turned to look at Zeke’s empty seat and laughed quietly to himself.

Haha, some Great Marshal you are!

Look how you’re dancing in the palm of my hand now. Since I don’t want you to be here, nobody is going to let you in.

The first person who came onstage was George.

After a short preamble, he launched into the main topic.

“In honor of this joyous occasion, the colonel himself has recorded a congratulatory video for His Majesty.”

“Let’s all watch it together.”

The projector screen lit up with the colonel’s video.

Everyone looked at the screen, respect, and awe written all over their faces.

By recording a congratulatory video for the King Class warrior, the colonel was announcing to the world that he had much faith in him.

After the video, the real highlight of the ceremony came.

The King Class warrior was going to appear before everyone for the first time!

Everyone looked at the stage without blinking, as though they were afraid they might miss his entrance if they did.

Just then, George announced loudly, “Everyone, please rise for the King!”

“A round of applause, please, to welcome the King Class warrior onstage!”

The hall filled with the melodious strains of the national anthem as everyone clapped loudly.

Their eyes were fixed on the stage as they waited with bated breaths for the entrance of the King Class warrior.

Just about everyone in Eurasia had their eyes glued to their television screens as they awaited the magical moment.

Of course, Lacey, Dawn and Nancy were watching at home, too.

As the world looked on, the curtains at the entrance were pulled back slowly to reveal a tall, enigmatic figure of a man.

The man strode purposefully towards the stage. He was attired in his military uniform, which rustled about as he walked and gave him a distinct air of importance.

The mask on his face kept his identity a secret, but even it couldn’t hide the charisma that seemed to radiate from him.

As soon as he appeared, a murmur ran through the crowd.

Evidently, they were all stunned by his powerful aura.

However, Connor was frowning.

“Clyde, that’s doesn’t look like Archduke Ares to me.”

“If I remember correctly, your father isn’t that skinny.”

Clyde was panicking silently too. He felt so disappointed he could barely speak.

Deep inside, he knew that his worst fear had come true: his father, Archduke Ares, was not the King Class warrior.

However, there was no way he could admit this to Connor now.

If he did, he could kiss his ownership of the Third Military Factory goodbye.

Trying to stay calm, Clyde said, “Connor, how long has it been since you last saw my father?”

Connor replied, “It’s been about two or three years, I believe.”

“Then,” Clyde said slowly, “I believe you don’t know that my father has been living in seclusion these past few years, refining his abilities. That’s how he managed to become a King Class warrior, you know.”

“That’s why he’s so much skinnier now. I believe that’s a very reasonable explanation.”

Comprehension dawned on Connor’s face. “Ah, yes, that’s quite reasonable.”

With a wave of George’s hand, the masters of the ceremony came marching onto the stage, carrying a fairly large box.

George opened the box. Inside it was a pair of epaulets that had the words ‘Crowned King’ engraved on them.

Holding the pair of epaulets in his hands, George walked up to Zeke and said, “By the authority the colonel has vested in me, I hereby crown you a King Class warrior.”

“May you bring everlasting peace upon Eurasia.”

Zeke saluted him in response.

Carefully, George helped to attach the epaulets to his shoulders.

In an instant, Zeke felt that his shoulders had gotten much heavier.

These pair of epaulets represented the hope of everlasting peace in Eurasia, as well as the faith of the people in him.

George turned to him and handed him a scroll of calligraphy. “The colonel has gifted you a scroll of his own calligraphy. Please accept this humble gift from him.”

Zeke nodded and accepted it with both hands.

Taking their cue from George, the attendees of the ceremony filed into a line and started presenting their gifts to him too.

“From the Northwest Region— twin stalks of Middlemist camellias!”

“From the Southeast Region— ten bags of frankincense!”

“...”

However, Zeke had no interest in gifts.

To everyone’s immense disappointment, George rose to usher him off the stage.

At that moment, Connor called out, “Connor Black from the Prince’s Residence! I present my gift—a military factory belonging to my own family!”