Harvey looked weirded out.


    He came to Flutwell a long while ago, but he had never gotten a chance to see Samuel.


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    Yet, Harold called Harvey just for this purpose.


    Harvey narrowed his eyes as he stared at the vi. Then, a few people showed up.


    One of them was none other than the long–awaited master of Longmen and the Bauer family, Samuel Bauer.


    Harvey frowned.


    “Is the master of Longmen really sick?”


    “He does have some healthplications, but it’s not as serious as people think. He won’t die from it,” Harold


    replied calmly.


    “Rumors of him passing away soon had been spreading because he wanted to see which one of the family’s young


    masters is more suitable to take his position.”


    “So, it’s a misdirection?” Harvey smiled faintly.


    Harold’s face paled slightly at those words.


    “It’s only normal for big families like ours, right?”


    “Only truly powerful people can keep the family from dying. This is the standard.”


    “This is why people say that big families are emotionless.”


    Harvey nodded; he didn’t want to get involved with the Bauer family’s affairs.


    After nodding at Samuel who was standing from afar, Harvey slowly walked over.


    “It’s been a while, Sir York.”


    Samuel, sitting in his wheelchair, raised his head at Harvey before smiling faintly.


    His voice still seemed a little weak, despite his appearance.


    “Have you hurt yourself? Did you fail at uniting yourself with nature?” Harvey asked as he looked at


    the man.


    He knew Samuel’s strength quite well; even amongst the Gods of War, the man was still considered one of the best.


    Those on the same level would usually have the same goals…


    And that was to be one with nature!


    The true peak of martial arts!


    Yet since ancient times, not a single God of War had achieved such a feat.


    Samuel’s failure caused him to be internally injured; he needed at least a few months to recover.


    “Master!” Harold eximed.


    He didn’t think Harvey would be able to tell Samuel’s state with just a single nce.


    “Leave me for now.”


    Samuel waved his hand, telling his subordinates to step away.


    He then squinted at Harvey before smiling faintly.


    “Looks like your reputation’s plummeted a littlepared to before, Sir York.”


    “I’m starting to think the Head Coach is turning weak after hiding behind the scenes for so long.”


    “Don’t you want to deal with the situation as soon as possible?”


    “What do you mean?” Harvey asked, looking at Samuel.


    “The military sent word.”


    Samuel chuckled.


    “If you just say the word, you can be the Head Coach of the nine strongest military forces right now.”


    “And when you retire after three years, you’ll be the Elder of the Army.”


    “The Big Boss already has the letter of appointment ready.”


    “Just say the word!”


    “When the legends of the Head Coach resurface, who else would dare go against Country H’s Martial Arts


    Alliance?”


    “Every problem will solve itself!”


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