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Jared said, “Dad, I have a way to take on the Great Marshal.”
“Let's hear it.”
Logan looked at Jared hopefully.
“Dad, it's time we use the Eurasian Peace Medal. It's the only thing that can solve our current crisis.”
The moment Logan heard that, his face fell. “The Eurasian Peace Medal... Are we really at the point of using it?”
“Dad, after considering various factors, this is the only viable option we have left.”
Logan shook his head and sighed. “To think I'm about to expend the Eurasian Peace Medal that even our ancestors
weren't willing to use. I'm such a failure.”
Jared comforted, “Dad, don't blame yourself. If we don't use the Peace Medal, the Mitxel family will most likely be
annihilated by the Great Marshal.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“If the Mitxel family is gone, we won't know whose hands the Eurasian Peace Medal will fall into. I'm sure our
ancestors will understand if you use it.”
“Let's go,” Logan said with another heavy sigh. “Let's fetch the Peace Medal.”
Logan staggered as he walked, as if he had suddenly aged a dozen years.
Jared helped him back to his room and delicately removed the medal from the safe.
Although the medal was old, it was well-preserved and looked new.
As he carefully hung the medal around his neck, Logan's tears began to flow.
“Our ancestors obtained this medal by shedding blood and sweat, and we're about to lose it under my lead. I'm
such an incompetent descendant.”
As he spoke, he got down to his knees and bowed twice to atone for his sins.
Jared had long grown impatient.
D*mn it! This old geezer won't stop rambling. Why is he even bowing at this time? Our ancestors are long dead and
have turned into ashes long ago. They can't even see or hear us. If he wastes any more time, our entire family will
soon join our ancestors!
After finally boarding the plane to Eurasia, Jared said, “Dad, I think you should inform the president in advance, so
they'll know that we're coming and be prepared.”
If it were any other day, Logan wouldn't need to inform the president of Eurasia about his visit to the country.
However, things were different this time. The Peace Medal on him made him a VIP of Eurasia, which meant they
would have to welcome and treat him with utmost importance.
It was the equivalent of an ambassador visit.
Logan took out the designated communication device and contacted the president of Eurasia.
The communication device rang seven to eight times before the line was finally picked up.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLogan greeted differentially, “Sir, it's been a while.”
“Mr. Logan, is that you? Long time no see.” The Colonel's voice was gentle yet assertive.
Logan smiled slightly. “Yes. We haven't seen each since we parted ten years ago. I missed you a lot.”
“Well, if you have some spare time, come visit Eurasia. My doors are always open to you.”
Logan chuckled bitterly as he replied, “Sir, to be honest, I'm currently on a plane to Eurasia. It seems I might have
to bother you this time.”
“Oh?” The Colonel paused before he added, “This visit of yours seems pretty sudden and hurried. Is something
going on?”
Logan sighed. “Yes, I do need help with something. I even brought the Eurasian Peace Medal passed down by my
ancestors with me.”
Truthfully, the Peace Medal was the only reason for the Colonel's willingness to engage in polite greetings and
chatter with Logan.
Now that Logan had also brought the Peace Medal, it seemed like things were serious.
“I see. May I ask what's troubling you?” The Colonel couldn't help but sound solemn.
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