"Since when do I need to consult with you about what I do?"
Declan Marsh sat on the chair, pulled out the Black Dragon Sword at his waist, and thrust it into the ground fiercely!
Clang!
The marble floor was directly pierced.
Frederick Jackson shivered, hurriedly smiling apologetically, "Your Majesty, what are you talking about?"
He made a slight gesture behind his back with his right hand.
A clan leader understood the gesture and quietly left the military affairs office to inform the Marsh brothers.
This matter should be left to Hayden Marsh and others to handle.
Frederick Jackson did not want to bear the infamy.
He made his position clear.
Whatever happens in the future, it would have nothing to do with him.
He would live a peaceful life as a major landowner.
But the clan leader had just left for only a short while before being brought back.
"Who goes there!"
At the entrance.
