An old man from the fortress had his forehead knitted together as he breathed out a sigh of defeat. He was in a dilemma.
“I agree. There are too many of them! Once we take our stand and defend them, the Bloodshed Clan will definitely come at us. And then once we get into a battle, we may be no match for them!”
Another old man chimed in. He was used to the comfortable and spoon-fed life and did not want to go against the Bloodshed clan.
“Hmm… How about this?”
A middle-aged man gave the matter some thought before interrupting the conversation. “First Fortress Master, I do have an idea. Let’s pretend that we’re not aware of this matter, won’t that be good? After all, Young Master Arthur had only told Helena Cabello and her people that he would come back and discuss it with us, and only Helena and her gang knew about this. Besides, I think they should have been killed by the disciples of the Bloodshed Clan by now. Since they’re already dead, no one is going to testify against us! Let’s pretend we didn’t know that they came here, this way, even if the Anti-Alliance Guard knows about it, they would not blame us!”
“That’s a great idea! It’s truly a marvelous idea! Let’s go with that, pretending not to know about the matter! Haha! Those outsiders can escape to other places, it’s none of our business; they can be killed by the Bloodshed Clan, and we’ll pretend we don’t know anything! Anyway, we’ll stop going to the forest for the next few days. That’s it!”
The old man from before immediately echoed this idea. Obviously, he was not keen to help Fane and the others.
Kye’s expression immediately turned cold as he heard this. “Oh, how do I raise and discipline my son is my business. You’re in no place to worry about it. Besides, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with what my son just said. We, the Nine Armies, have always been low profile and tolerant, not causing any problems. But how long should we live like this? Living with tails tucked firmly between our legs? Have we not progressed and improved a lot in terms of power and strengths over the years?”
“Tails tucked between our legs? Kye Lavigne, who is tucking his tail between his legs, you tell me! Don’t make yourself sound so mighty and righteous. I’m doing this for the sake of the lives of the people in the Nine Armies! If we acted recklessly and went into a war with the Bloodshed Clan, do you know how many of us will die?”
The middle-aged man stared fiercely at Kye, with hatred and resentment appearing in his eyes. He seemed like he was about to give Kye a good beating.
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