After some deliberation, De Gaulle sat up straight and spoke with a serious expression, "I swear on the honor of the Gwen Clan..."
"Mr. Qi Yun, do you think this guarantee is acceptable?"
Qi Yun nodded with satisfaction. Although foreigners could be devious, most generally kept their promises, especially an ancient family with royal blood like theirs.
Moreover, he wasn't worried about the other party giving him an empty promise because he held a clue about that map in his own hands. If he chose not to cooperate, they would never unlock the secret.
If this guy tried to play any tricks, Qi Yun would release this information, and the elders of the Gwen Clan would certainly not sit idly by.
"Your cousin is not actually your uncle Old George's biological son, nor is he part of the Gwen Clan."
Boom!
Qi Yun's calm tone sounded like a thunderclap to De Gaulle, exploding in his ears and leaving his mind blank.
