Jaxon’s announcement immediately captured the attention of everyone present. Eloise hesitated for a moment, opening her mouth as if she wanted to say something.
After all, he was the captain of the royal guards and someone she trusted. Hence, she didn’t want to see him risking his life in this situation. However, given the circumstances, there didn’t seem to be a more suitable candidate.
“General Steele’s strength is unquestionable, and his loyalty is unwavering. There’s indeed a chance of successfully assassinating Julius with him.” Wyatt nodded.
As the captain of the royal guards, Jaxon’s strength was beyond doubt, and his loyalty was unwavering.
“General Steele, I don’t mean to underestimate you, but relying solely on you might not be enough,” Elijah suddenly said.
“Wait! What about that legendary Executioner?” Tyrus asked suddenly. He added, “The name Executioner is famous far and wide. In terms of strength, he should be no less than General Steele, right?”
“No, Sir Albert surpasses me by far,” Jaxon said truthfully.
Despite being the captain of the royal guards and considered the top warrior in the castle, Rufus’ true trump card was Albert, known as the Executioner.
The three great generals of West Lucozia-Sword Whisperer, Drunken Maniac, and the Executioner.
With the Sword Whisperer fallen and the Drunken Maniac missing, the Executioner had become one of the top- tier warriors in West Lucozia, approaching the level of an ultimate grandmaster.
At that thought, Jaxon couldn’t help but feel inferior to Albert.
“Great! Since the Executioner is more powerful than General Steele, it’s better to have him on the mission for a higher chance of success,” Tyrus said excitedly.
“Sorry, but Sir Albert has been missing since he left the castle. It’s unlikely we can get him to help,” Jaxon said.
“Missing?” Wyatt furrowed his brow.
He asked, “What is Sir Albert up to? The castle is in imminent danger, and this guy disappears. How outrageous!”
“Could the Executioner have sensed the danger and fled?” Tyrus asked tentatively.
“Sir Storm, choose your words carefully.” Jaxon’s face turned cold.
He added, “Sir Albert is dedicated. He served the country and the people. He wouldn’t possibly desert his post.”
“My apologies. My mouth sometimes runs faster than my brain.” Tyrus chuckled sheepishly. He had almost forgotten that Albert, the Executioner, had a significant reputation among the people of West Lucozia.
Although Albert had been in the background for many years, his glorious achievements could never be erased.
The name Executioner might be menacing to enemy nations. However, in the eyes of the people of West Lucozia, Sir Albert, the Executioner, was undoubtedly a savior.
“If Sir Albert isn’t around, the chances of assassinating Julius are quite low.” Elijah shook his head.
“I’m willing to give it a shot, even if it costs me my life,” Jaxon declared with determination.
“General Steele, I’m willing to assist you in succeeding.”
A dark-clad man stepped forward from the crowd. The man holding a black sword covered in blood was Dustin.
“You?” Eloise scrutinized him and suddenly realized his identity. “You’re the mysterious fighter who single- handedly broke through the enemy ranks, capturing Draven and Mortimer, right?”
“Mysterious fighter?”
With this revelation, everyone’s gaze focused on Dustin. Except for Austin and Lincon, no one present was aware of Dustin’s true identity.
Capturing two sovereigns like Draven and Mortimer from among tens of thousands of troops showcased his formidable strength.
