Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1952

The guests eyed the kneeling Smiths uneasily.

Sean Smith and his sons, Samuel and Paul, along with a few other members of the family, were deeply humiliated and their expression showed it.

Worst of all was Sean. His grandson-in-law came to his mind. After being stripped of his title, it is uncertain that he would be able to achieve his past glory again.

And the Goldsteins. They are the rulers of Brimmopolis. Their patriarch, Mighty Rex, was famed throughout the country

Anxious not to offend the Goldsteins, Sean attended the banquet when he received his invitation.

Unexpectedly, Sherman ordered for the Smiths to be beaten and forced them to change into mourning attire. The shame was then intensified by having them kneel and mourn for someone who belonged to another family.

Sean was advanced in age. Being a respected elder in Channing, it was ludicrous that he had to mourn for a young man.

He almost fainted in anger.

“Don't push it too far,” Samuel warned, full of hatred. “When my nephew gets here, you'll regret it.”

“That's right,” Paul shouted in agreement. “This slight will not go unpunished.”

The promise was echoed by the rest of the Smiths.

“I don't think you fellows truly understand what's going on here.” Sherman chuckled.

“Nathan can't even save himself. How do you expect him to save you?”

“To tell you the truth, I'm actually looking forward to his arrival.”

As soon as he said that, a shout came from outside.

Every head flicked towards the door.

A few bodyguards with bloodied and battered faces ran in.

“Mr. Lauf, Mr. Goldstein, someone is barging in.”

“I did not give him permission to rise,” came Sherman's cold voice. “Anyone who stands up will have their legs broken.”

“And whoever helps them to their feet will have their hands broken.”

Thomas froze with his hands still outstretched.

He stared at Sherman vehemently. “You are cocky to speak like that. How dare you humiliate Mr. Cross's grandfather in this way.”

“I am going to help him up. Let me see which one of you is daring enough to break my arms.” He stretched his arm again.

A cold voice came from his side. “If you do, I will not only break your arms, I will beat you to death.”

Morgoth emerged from the midst of Sherman's men. Purple bearded and blue-eyed, he looked hideous and menacing. He stepped out to threaten Thomas, without an expression on his face.

“Very well,” Thomas thundered. I will kill you first, and then help Mr. Smith up.”

“Come,” Morgoth sneered.