"Hussein Cook, how dare you draw your sword before the king!"
Before Declan Marsh could intervene, Hercules Marsh quickly stood up, shouted fiercely, and the black dragon sword in his hand collided with Hussein Cook's blade!
Both are Great Grandmasters; their swords and knives clash, and each takes a step back!
But the situation has already changed.
Guards from outside rushed in, brandishing their weapons.
Drawing a sword before the king is akin to treason!
Even Hussein Cook couldn't bear the weight of such a charge!
"Mr. Cook, stop struggling." Frederick Jackson stood up, laughed, and said, "Last night, when you were discussing the king's assassination with me and Micah Ridge, you should have thought this day would come."
He finished speaking and, under Micah Ridge's surprised gaze, pointed at Devlin: "This one is from the Undead Tribe of Boulevard Mountain. Mr. Cook wanted to drag me and Micah Ridge into assassinating the king — how could I agree? I am a loyal minister!"
