Leading My Family to Glory

At that moment, Zeppelin Wayne regained his consciousness.He wiped the sweat of his forehead and quickly stabbed his sword into a pile of wood, his face filled with fear. “Southriver King, are you alright?”“What has gotten into you?” asked Carson Yorke. He was not angry, but worried.“I don’t know.” Zeppelin pinched his cheeks hard, trying to stay as calm as possible. “It was as if I was stuck in an illusion—everything around me became Sword Freak.“He was holding a sword, trying to kill me. I swung my sword with all my might, but it was as if he could not die and kept surrounding me.“Lately, I haven’t been able to sleep at all. Every time I close my eyes, my head is full of thoughts about Sword Freak. Especially in the middle of the night, whenever I open my eyes, I see Sword Freak holding a sword and standing in front of me.“Last night, I opened the door and came to this yard. All I could see was a bunch of Sword Freaks standing here.”As Zeppelin spoke, his emotions were

Full of questions, the both of them walked towards the garden. As they walked towards the garden, they ran into a few of the Yorke family’s maids. The maids did not dare go near the garden.At that moment, Connie’s angry voice could be heard, “I won't go! I won’t go, no matter what. We’re living in modern times, not some ancient times. You’re actually forcing me into an arranged marriage. I won’t go, no matter what!”Carson’s voice rang out in reply, “Hmph, you have no choice, you have to meet him today. I did not say you need to marry him. So, why are you refuting so much?”“Not going, means I’m not going. Even if it’s just to meet him, I won’t go,” said Connie, even more angrily. “Hmph, I have the freedom to decide on my own marriage. I’m only twenty, there is no need to talk about marriage this early.”Connie’s words made Carson want to laugh incredulously. This girl dared to say she was too young for marriage. Then, why did she go to Khanh City and persistently say she wanted t

Carson Yorke waved his hands and said, “About this, I already told Connie, I will respect her decision. However, we should still have manners and respect.“Those people in the West Suez have a complicated family background. It is not that simple. Our Yorke family is nothing compared to them.“Who knows, it might be the guy who can’t accept our wild girl.”Tyr Summer’s heart tightened. Up till now, he still did not understand the culture in the south.West Suez was a province in the south. The land was not big. There were not many cities there either.That place was not that advanced compared to the other places in the south. That province could be considered as undeveloped land.Riverdale Province was considered one of the top provinces in the south. Even though Carson had not ascended to the throne, he was still considered one of the province’s top families.A family as powerful as the Yorke family could not compete with a family in the West Suez. This was interesting in Tyr’s

The youth seemed a polite person, and although he could not be described as a handsome man, his smile was as warm as the winter sun.“He.. hello.”Connie Yorke stuttered a little but still extended her hand.She seemed a little flustered.“No…”A thought crossed her mind. ‘What am I doing? He is a bumpkin through and through. What was I thinking?‘I came here today to give him a piece of my mind. What happened to me?’She abruptly withdrew her hand as her expression darkened.“So you are Dickson Watt. I knew it! A bumpkin from West Suez.“Are you a man, huh? I cannot believe you made me wait here for so long. What is wrong with you?”Dickson was startled. He did not expect the drastic change in Connie’s attitude. Retrieving a cellphone—an antiquated Nokia, from his pocket, he said, “Ms. Yorke, I thought we agreed to meet at ten o’clock. It is not even ten yet.”“Ten?” Connie was confused for a second. “I thought we were to meet at nine?”She immediately smacked her forehead

At the moment, a shirtless man was hitting a wooden stump in the courtyard. He seemed to be in his late fifties, going on to sixty, but he looked extremely fit and well-built, unlike the avid gym-goer’s bulky bodies.His body was chiseled and toned, a flawless piece of work by the man himself.To have such a toned physique, one had to be consistently practicing martial arts, training, and sculpting the body.The martial art he was practicing was a style called Wing Chun. A set of flurrying motions awarded anyone watching a visual feast but also concealed its immense power.Dickson Watt entered the courtyard and stood there, watching the old man practicing his moves.About three minutes later, the man finally stopped. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and turned toward Dickson.He was too focused on his training and did not notice the arrival of a visitor. A look of surprise appeared on his face.“Who are you?” he asked.Dickson smiled cheerfully. He opened his mouth, exposi