All raised by one person? Three fourth-rank knights in their twenties—nothing like this had ever even been heard of in the entire history of the Orenda Kingdom.
Potions? Absolutely impossible. Not even the royal family's finest life-saving potions could let people advance in batches without encountering a single bottleneck.
Old Ford's mind raced like an abacus. This Su Li was definitely no country blacksmith! To forcibly drag three women up to the fourth rank all by himself, there had to be some colossal organization behind the boy—one even the Iris Family could not afford to provoke—or else he possessed some terrifying relic resource that completely shattered common sense.
No wonder Elena had abandoned even the trump card in the secret chamber and run off with this boy.
The more Old Ford thought about it, the more cold sweat broke out across his back. He had actually tried to give them a show of force at the city gates just now. That was practically carrying a lantern into a latrine to look for death.
He had to cling to this thigh for dear life—bind this boy firmly to the Iris Family's war chariot. Overthrowing the royal family would be nothing; even unifying the entire Western Continent would no longer be a dream.
Old Ford calmed his wildly pounding heart and returned to the redwood round table, the smile on his old face ten times brighter than before.
The old man pulled out the chair at the head of the table and sat down himself, completely ignoring Saina beside him, who was chewing pastries and scattering crumbs everywhere.
"Mr. Su." Old Ford clasped his hands on the tabletop, lowering his posture to the utmost. His tone was as warm as if they had known each other for decades. "What title do you