"Whose child is this, and where are your elders?" a noble asked.
"I am Abus, Abus Mather, and I am the eldest male in my family," Abus declared, puffing out his chest.
"Mather? Am I so old that my mory fails , or does this surna sound unfamiliar?" another noble remarked.
"That’s because I am not of noble birth," Abus’s cheeks flushed slightly, "but I have been training hard, hoping to beco an honorable knight one day..."
However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the noble with the hooked nose who frowned and said, "Then why are you here now?"
"Well... actually, he is my attendant," Orwell said hurriedly, "I brought him here to gain so experience."
"Then you had better keep an eye on him."
"I apologize to everyone for his rude behavior just now," the Wandering Knight said, planning to pull Abus to a corner.
Yet, unexpectedly, the youth resisted fiercely and broke free from his grasp, exclaiming, "What did I say wrong?!"
"It’s not about saying sothing wrong, but that there is simply no place for you to speak here," said Florian of the Redmayne Family, known as "Boneless," with a sneer, lifting his chin.
"Co, throw this commoner brat out."
"I would advise you not to do that."
Florian glared at Orwell, but the latter just shrugged, "I didn’t say anything just now."
"It was who spoke."
A voice ca from the northwest corner of the hall, belonging to a large man wearing a mask and holding an exaggeratedly shaped, bizarre greatsword.
The edge of the greatsword was lined with tiny serrations, giving it a chilling appearance.
"And who might you be, from which family do you hail?" Boneless called out loudly.
"I am Jude, Deputy Commander of the Black Hounds, from the... Enríquez Family," Jude stated coolly.
"Enríquez, another na I haven’t heard of..." Florian began, then suddenly stopped, a look of fear crossing his face.
"Oh, it seems you recall. Your family once swore fealty to mine, not just you, but most people in this hall—your ancestors all pledged oaths to mine, but regrettably, no one upheld them," Jude continued.
"This... this is impossible, all the people of the Enríquez Family are long dead," Florian said, looking as if he’d seen a ghost.
"Not everyone," Jude unfastened his gauntlet, revealing the scales on his arm, "although, indeed, most of their heads were severed by you lot in exchange for bounties."
"You... you being here, do you intend to reclaim everything your family lost?" a noble couldn’t help but ask.
"Of course not," Jude stroked the Holy Sword East City he held, "I have embraced the Double Rest Sect, joined the Black Hounds, and am wholly devoted to following Prophet rlin and my lord, Saturday, no longer caring for things of the past.
"So rest assured, I am not here to settle old scores with you."
The Deputy Commander of the Black Hounds then changed the subject, "Sir Irelia never said today was a gathering for nobles. We are here to discuss how to defeat those of the Wing Tribe and their followers."
"Abus Mather is my disciple, and although he is young, he is a warrior, a true warrior. So, of course, he is qualified to speak here, rather than being driven out. Don’t you agree?"
The Deputy Commander of the Black Hound Guards looked toward Florian, who appeared sowhat distracted at the mont.
In fact, it wasn’t just the Boneless; at this mont, quite a few nobles in the hall were rather absent-minded.
Long before the Furious Lion Alexander conquered this land, it had always belonged to the Enríquez Family, who ruled the western territories longer than the current Figrola Family.
Back then on the Bratis Continent, giant dragons still road, and now, with the return of the giant dragons, the descendants of the Enríquez Family had also reappeared in the west.
It was unclear whether this was rely a curious coincidence or a sign of sothing more.
Seeing Jude support him, Abus seed encouraged and continued, "Sir Ireya is a hero of the west, and there could be no one more suitable than her and Prophet rlin to lead our upcoming war against the Wing Tribe."
"I have no issues with Prophet rlin, and Sir Ireya’s bravery is well known, but aside from Sir Ireya, the Arias Family doesn’t really have anyone else of great renown. In terms of prestige, it feels a bit... lacking," a noble expressed tactfully.
"When the Furious Lion Alexander raised his army, the Vespasian Family had only a few hundred years of history and was rely one of the local lords on the Red Plain."
The speaker this ti was Galin, the housekeeper of the Immanuel Family. She had co to Teacup Castle with Angela.
"But nowadays, the Figrola Family is still in power..."
"When your family betrayed my ancestors, you didn’t think of these things," said Jude while blowing his nose by the window.
"I support Lady Ireya leading the Resistance Army. I have fought alongside her, and she will not disappoint us," declared Kamzi, the Family Head of the Treles Family.
After he finished, he looked to his good friend, Fabrice, who hesitated for a mont before saying, "Well, I... also agree."
More and more nobles began to speak up and endorse, and eventually, a consensus was reached in the hall for the lady to command the Resistance Army.
Miss Rabbit didn’t think too much of it. After participating in the battle of the Dragon Ridge Mountain Range, she was no longer the greenhorn without any experience in leading troops.
And with the forr Imperial Forest Guard Captain Duren as a strategist and the possibility to seek Li Yu’s help at critical monts, she was no longer as panicked as the first ti facing a war.
Moreover, Miss Rabbit, though not particularly interested in the so-called new ruler of the west, felt that it was better to have military authority in her own hands, which would also make it easier for her to cooperate with Li Yu.
In short, the matter of the Commander was thus settled.
Afterwards, the gathered individuals began to discuss the next course of action, particularly how to deal with the Wing Tribe’s army that could appear in the west at any mont.
"Gentlen, there is no need to worry about that troop," the Lady stated, "Prophet rlin has already issued a command to those from the Wing Tribe, ordering them not to set foot in the west."
"But would those from the Wing Tribe be frightened by the commands of the Double Rest Sect?" soone wondered. "What if they are determined to conquer the west?"
"Then my lord, Saturday, will inflict the most severe and terrifying Divine Punishnt," the young lady declared solemnly.
"You an to say, Saturday will directly take action against those Wing Tribe mbers?"
"Exactly. That is my promise."
A dark figure appeared at the entrance of the hall.
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