In a daze, Caelan followed behind Caesar and entered a private office.
Behind him, those relatives were staring at his back with eyes full of envy.
In truth, all of the relatives present understood one thing very clearly.
That was: this ti, Caesar—the true helmsman of the Grey family—had genuinely acknowledged Caelan as a possible heir.
In fact, the test just now had not simply been about asuring Caelan’s strength. It had also been about seeing whether he had the potential to be cultivated as a successor to the Grey family.
And now, everything pointed to one conclusion: Old Master Caesar was extrely satisfied with Caelan as an heir candidate.
Of course, this did not an the position of Grey family heir had been fully decided.
It only ant that Caelan had beco a candidate and would be able to receive more resources.
But even so, that alone was enough to make everyone envious—including the high-ranking figures present.
"That kid Caelan really is lucky. The old master has taken a liking to him, so he’ll probably get quite a lot of good stuff."
Jelena narrowed her eyes, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smile.
On the other side, Johnson nodded heavily and said in a serious tone,
"I think Caelan’s strength and potential are worth any price Old Master Caesar is willing to pay."
anwhile, inside Caesar’s office,
the room was nothing like Caelan had imagined. It was not luxurious at all. In fact, it did not even have the huge floor-to-ceiling windows one might normally expect.
There was only a perfectly ordinary window, along with oak desks, chairs, and stools.
Seeing Caelan standing there sowhat absent-mindedly, Caesar instead revealed a warm smile.
"What is it? Does my office feel a little unusual to you?"
Caelan ca back to his senses, then slowly nodded.
"It does. I didn’t expect your office to be designed so simply."
Caesar smiled faintly, his gaze passing through the window toward the distant sky.
At that mont, a bald eagle was soaring through the air, searching for its prey.
"You see, what use is there in making things too complicated? Only by keeping things simple can we see our goals more clearly, isn’t that right?"
Caelan nodded. It had to be said—his bargain-bin grandfather was actually quite a philosophical old man.
At that mont, Caesar slowly opened his drawer and took out a brand-new dal.
"Little Caelan, from this day forward, you will temporarily serve as an Honorary Vice Commander of our Ironclad Legion. Although the title of Honorary Vice Commander does not carry much actual authority, for soone like you, that simply ans you won’t have to shoulder too many responsibilities and will enjoy greater freedom instead."
"But there’s one thing I must make clear to you: the treatnt of an Honorary Vice Commander are exactly the sa as those of a regular Vice Commander. Given how smart you are, you should understand what that implies."
Caelan froze for a mont, then excitent flashed through his eyes.
It had to be said—his grandfather was astonishingly generous!
He had casually made him an Honorary Vice Commander of the Ironclad Legion.
One had to rember that the Ironclad Legion was one of the top great legions in all of humanity, so there was no need to even ntion how exceptional the treatnt here must be.
To put it simply, Caelan’s treatnt now already surpassed 99.9% of all humans!
And let’s not forget—he had only awakened his class a few days ago!
What Caelan could not understand, however, was why his grandfather had made such a decision on the very day they had just t.
Talia had been standing beside Caelan the entire ti.
The mont she saw the dal of Honorary Vice Commander, surprise also flashed through her eyes!
Old Master Caesar, who had always been known for being stingy, had actually chosen to be unusually generous today!
However... this move of his was actually a very clever choice.
In an instant, Talia understood the reason behind it all.
Testing Caelan’s strength had never really been the most important part.
The reason Old Master Caesar had done all this was most likely because he wanted to use Caelan’s strength to silence the dissenters.
After all, even though Old Master Caesar held supre authority within the Ironclad Legion, it was not a place where he alone could decide everything. He still had to take the attitudes of the other higher-ups into account.
But the strength Caelan had displayed just now had also demonstrated the enormous value he possessed.
So after seeing that, the other higher-ups naturally would not have much to say.
Even if they learned that Caesar had made Caelan an Honorary Vice Commander of the Ironclad Legion, they would simply regard it as a ans of drawing him in.
At the very least, among the high-ranking figures who had attended today’s eting, not a single one would object to it.
Sure enough, old ginger was still the spiciest!
Just as Caelan accepted the dal and montarily had no idea what he was supposed to do next,
Caesar suddenly took another card out from his drawer.
The entire card was forged from black tal. Although it reflected a tallic sheen, it was impossible to tell whether it was made from so special material or crafted through so unique process.
The weight of the tal card was almost negligible!
At that mont, Caesar’s warm voice sounded by Caelan’s ear.
"This is an internal benefits card of our Ironclad Legion. Keep it."
With a confused expression, Caelan put away the so-called internal benefits card, because at this point he had no idea what it actually represented.
It was only when Talia lightly tugged at his sleeve and whispered in a low voice,
"Don’t just stand there. Hurry up and thank your grandfather! There are at least 10 billion gold coins on that card!"
10 billion gold coins!?
Caelan froze, and then disbelief flashed across his eyes.
The Ironclad Legion was indeed a colossal force, and it was certainly wealthy.
But the Legion’s money did not belong to Caesar alone—it belonged to the Grey family and the rlin family as a whole.
That ant Caesar could not possibly just mobilize the entire Ironclad Legion’s funds and hand them over to Caelan.
So these 10 billion gold coins were completely Caesar’s own gift, a grandfather’s care for his grandson, and had absolutely nothing to do with the Ironclad Legion itself.
Caelan opened his mouth, just about to thank him,
but right at that mont, Caesar took out yet another object from his pocket—a simple, ancient-looking pocket watch.
"Little Caelan, I think you may need a proper pocket watch, sothing like the one I’m using now."
"Take a look. Do you like it? And don’t be too quick to refuse, because this is a gift from —both as your grandfather and as the helmsman of the Grey family."
"Don’t forget, you are also a mber of our Grey family!"
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