The sun was shining and the view of the mountains was superb.
Mike was not inside the White Stone Castle, but was waiting for him on the large lawn outside the castle.
After nearly three hundred years, although there had been mutual correspondence, because of the history of Amiguel's reign, Mike and Reinhardt had met only a handful of times.
The last time they met was thirty years ago.
Looking at the son in front of him.
The once blonde teenager was now a middle-aged tribal leader of incipient majesty.
His blonde hair, which he inherited from Fiona, was as thick on his head as a lion king's fur.
Mike had no feelings for Fiona, but his own bloodline son, he still had feelings.
Reinhardt had travelled thousands of miles to personally come to the East Coast, there must be something th
