My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1363

Tristan's pupils contracted slightly. Why was this powerful figure being so courteous to Nash?

Not daring to be presumptuous, Nash politely said, "Please, Mr. Varhess, have a seat first."

Anton opted out of standing on ceremony and plopped himself onto the seat.

Nash then turned to Otis and Tristan, asking, "Why don't you two also take a seat?"

Otis chuckled nervously. "We've been sitting for quite a while. We’re fine with standing."

Hearing this answer, Nash was even more certain that Anton was not as kind as he appeared.

Glancing faintly at the two, Anton said, "If Mr. Calcraft asks you to sit, then you sit. Do you think I'll eat you up?" At that, Otis and Tristan trembled slightly before finally taking a seat on the couch. Nash also took his seat.

Anton raised his hand and pointed to the coffee table. A stream of light emanated from the ring on his right thumb toward the coffee table. As the light dissipated, a longsword and a red certificate appeared on the table.

Smiling faintly, he said, "You pacified the Southern Martial Alliance. The Sovereign has rewarded you with the Nine Dragons Sword. This certificate is identification of the commander of the Celestial Dragon Squadron."

Otis and Tristan gasped in shock. The Nine Dragons Sword was a legendary divine sword of Drakonia that was said to contain the souls of nine dragons within it. Its blade was also forged from the melted bones of nine dragons.

The Celestial Dragon Squadron was an organization that had been slated to be established 50 years ago but was shelved due to various reasons. Was the Sovereign planning to have Nash establish the Celestial Dragon Squadron by handing him the commander's certificate?

Nash narrowed his eyes at the Nine Dragons Sword. His eyes shone a faint gold, but he was unable to see through to the internal structure of the sword. Instead, he felt immense pressure from it. What a treasure. It was something that surpassed even the finest spiritual artifacts!

Nash reached out and grabbed the sword that was floating in the air. Gripping the scabbard with his left hand and the hilt with his right, he pulled slightly. The sword emitted a crisp hum. Cold light shone across Nash's face, leaving a small mark as it sliced across his cheek.