The staircase entrance was still heavily guarded.
A row of little children sat there; they were all relatives of the Thompson Clan.
"You want to marry my aunt?"
"What's your name?"
"If you marry my aunt, who's going to be the head of the family?"
The children were sharper than one another with their questions.
Terrence Lentz didn't brush them off just because they were kids. Instead, he answered each question earnestly. Finally, he handed out special wedding candies and custom children's red envelopes to them.
The last barricade was the door to Viola Thompson's bedroom.
In front of the door sat eight fierce warriors.
They were Viola Thompson's eight apprentices.
Leading the group was Nathaniel Besian.
Nathaniel stood with arms crossed, eyeing Terrence Lentz. "Mr. Lentz, I'm afraid I can't make it easy for you today."
"Our Master isn't someone who can be married off so effortlessly!" Brayden chimed in.
