Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 326

The children did not know Jacques or the many complexities of society. Hence, they were utterly fascinated by the adults around them, who were slack-jawed in a stupor.

Eventually, one of the children piped up, “Granny, what's wrong with all the adults? Do their jaws hurt?”

He had spoken softly, yet the question rang loud and clear across the dead-silent space.

The men and women promptly snapped out of their trance, each wearing an awkward expression.

“Don't say silly things!” The old lady covered her curious grandson's mouth and shot the crowd an apologetic look.

Harold hastily supported Jacques to his feet when he noticed the latter was about to get on his knees. “Do get up! You're not young anymore. There's simply no logic in an elder paying his respects to a junior like me!”

Jacques responded insistently, “This is nothing, Mr. Campbell. In fact, the whole country should be paying its respects to you. If you hadn't stepped forward five years ago, we would've died under our enemies' blades or become their prisoners. This is but a basic show of our reverence toward you, Mr. Campbell!”

Then, he tried to kneel again.

He believed Harold's immeasurable contributions toward his nation and fellow countrymen deserved everyone's most profound respect.

Jacques' words stunned the crowd into silence.

Who is this young man? Why does Old Mr. Sinclair revere him so?

In this day and age, the only person who rightfully deserved the country's wholehearted gratitude was none other than the legendary God of War.

Wait a minute. Could Harold Campbell really be the God of War?

The crowd quickly arrived at an unthinkable conclusion.

Matthew, who stood the closest to Harold, sputtered in disbelief, “Mr. Campbell, a-are you the God of War?” This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Everyone else cast equally bewildered glances toward Harold.

If the young man was indeed the God of War, they were incredibly lucky to be in his presence.

To breathe the same air as the legendary God of War was an unbelievable opportunity.

Alas, the Xenos family clearly had their thoughts running in a different direction.

They would be cursing their earlier stupidity if Harold and the God of War were one and the same.

After all, he should have been their son-in-law.

Yet, they had foolishly ousted the God of War from their family.

Meanwhile, Harold was about to nod and acknowledge his identity to his fervent crowd when Eren, who sat on the ground the whole time, suddenly shouted.

“That's impossible! The God of War is still organizing events around the world and raising funds to establish The Veteran's Foundation. This could be some twisted coincidence! Just because he somehow fits the bill doesn't mean he's the God of War!”

Eren did not bother to hide his spiteful expression.

His rants seemed convincing enough for the crowd.

That's right. The God of War has been on a global fundraising tour to set up The Veteran's Foundation and provide support for army veterans and families of those who perished in the war.

A few days ago, there had been an announcement of the God of War's entourage arriving in Dellmoor on the fifteenth of the following month.

Given the timeline, it was impossible for the young man before them to be the God of War.

Everyone heaved sighs of relief after persuading themselves that Harold was not the God of War.

Of course, the most relieved of all was the Xenos family.