Chapter 1218: Chapter 308: Wrath Unleashed V_3
He stood in his original position, with two high-level priests on his left and right, motionless, glanced at the Highland Knight beside him, and then turned his head—clearly, the Lord of Priest did not intend to provoke these troublemakers.
In his view, Duke Karasu was okay; it was the Highland Knights who were the truly tricky opponents. Behind them were the Black Tower Wizards. You say you don’t know what Black Tower Wizards are? Then you must know that the dozens of Floating Cities hovering in the sky in Bujia are certainly not just for constructing floating gardens.
Obviously, Duke Karasu sent these Highland Knights to this meeting to be provocative. This Duke had always been defiant toward the central authority; he was well aware of it but did not want to get involved in the Kingdom’s power struggles.
Moros glanced at Duke Sifah beside him, whose face was not looking very good.
Then he looked back, his gaze falling on the Princess.
"Princess, things are already very clear, what else do you have to say now?"
The Great Priest slowly spoke.
"Where is Beigening?" Princess Griffine frowned and asked. She silently counted the people in the hall but did not see the face she hated most.
The Half-Elf Girl’s face was icy; her hatred was not for being deceived by the other party, but because her younger brother was still in their hands.
Thinking of this, she gritted her silver teeth.
"He has been sent to a safe place for the protection of the witness," Moros replied with an unchanged expression. If it were an ordinary person, he would not mind sending them out to satisfy the Princess as long as it could secure her agreement to the following requests.
But this one was different; firstly, he was the youngest son of Duke Sifah, and more importantly was his own identity and status.
He shook his head and replied, "Princess, please don’t be headstrong."
"No, Lord of Priest, there’s a problem here," an abrupt voice suddenly said, "In fact, it’s like this... Well, I think the issues everyone wants to discuss are too complicated, but it’s almost time for breakfast. The Princess is still growing, I think you should send us out to finish our meal and then continue this meeting, to show the host’s etiquette."
Everyone was initially slightly stunned, as interjecting in this situation was quite unrefined; the attendees couldn’t help but look for the person who was so disregarding of noble etiquette. But when the person finished speaking, everyone was left dumbfounded.
Even the passing nobles and envoys under Golan-Elsen and Duke Viero recognized that this was not about discussing breakfast; someone dared to joke with the Great Priest at such a moment.
Was he mad?
Even the Highland Knight Commander couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and looked over in astonishment.
In fact, all eyes were on the ’staff’ of the little Earl of Yan Castle, because it was Brand who had spoken.
If Moros’s face was somber before, it was now almost dripping water. He looked at Brand like a dead man and said, "Your Excellency, if you think taunting me with a few words before you die will make you feel better, I wouldn’t mind giving you a few more chances."
He shook his head contemptuously, "I’ve met many cultists; most of them are like you, relying on empty words."
Brand smiled slightly, "No, no, no, you got it wrong, Lord of Priest. That last comment was not for you; the next one is, though I’m not sure if you’ll listen."
"Of course not," the pale-faced Duke Sifah finally intervened. He first glanced at the Highland Knight and sarcastically said, "What identity does the Great Priest hold to listen to your nonsense here?"
He initially insinuated and scolded casually. But unexpectedly, Brand suddenly stopped, turned back, and coldly glanced at him—in that instant, the potent Duke of the Kingdom felt as if the air around him was suddenly drawn away, as if countless sharp blades pressed down upon him, layers of infinite space upon him, causing him to feel as if doomsday was approaching, startling him to scream out, nearly falling into a puddle of dirty water had it not been for Marquis Youxi holding him up.
Brand glanced at him and Youxi behind him and coldly said, "Jumping clowns, the ugly deeds you’ve done, we’ll settle accounts later."
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