The young man's words were full of respectful humility, "Hello, Master Lynn. I am Zod Brown, Grayson's brother, and also a Slave Merchant!"
Lynn nodded.
Zod smiled slightly, "Master Lynn truly possesses extraordinary presence; to become the lord of such a large territory at such a young age, you are destined to be a great figure in the future!"
Listening to Zod's veiled flattery, Lynn couldn't help but smile.
"Mr. Zod, you overpraise me; it's Mr. Zod who is truly exceptional among his peers, establishing his own slave trading route at just sixteen years old. It seems Mr. Zod is bound to take the position of Patriarch of the Brown Clan?"
"In my opinion, compared to Grayson and Alan, Mr. Zod is the most suitable choice!"
Zod's elegant demeanor stiffened slightly.
He just remembered the young lord in front of him had built up this territory step by step with his own prowess.
He did not inherit this rapidly developed land!
He had underestimated the other party a little.
