136. He's My Son!

William finally replied, "You ... said that my son is very extraordinary, didn't you?"

"Y-yes, General," Andrew stammered.

William gave a small nod, "Then he will definitely be able to overcome whatever comes his way."

"But, General ... this is a big battlefield and he's still an aspiring soldier. What if he encounters a formidable opponent?" Andrew replied which he actually found hard to say.

William sighed softly. "Reece, he's my son. MY SON. I know what he's capable of. He must have a thousand ways to survive. He will not die easily ...."

That word 'die' was spoken so softly, but Andrew knew that the strongest war general was worried.

However, he knew what his position was. As a war advisor, he could not afford to put his own personal interests first. Which in this case was putting his son's safety first.

He could of course ask for his son to be rescued first and he was sure that Andrew Reece would definitely carry out the rescue without hesitation.

However, he didn't want to do t