There was a sudden dead silence in the room.
Neither Gadre nor Clementine spoke, but it seemed as if anyone had spoken.
After a long time, Gadrei sighed slowly and said quietly.
“It is the widow’s laxity in her imperial duties that has caused you all to suffer.”
A small smile appeared on Clementine’s face, and in turn, she persuaded Gadrei.
“Your Majesty, where there are people, there are fights, there is no need for that.”
As if he had forgotten to ask the main reason for his visit, Clémentine spoke again.
“Is it the matter of the future princess that Your Majesty has come this time?”
After Clementine had heard about the fall of the plane many days ago.
She had begun to gather some information in secret and understood the reason for Gadrei’s visit.
“I am not the head of the witch doctors, but there is nothing I can do about the matter of Princess Fire Ina.”
The light gradually lost in Gadrei’s pupils.
Even the witch doctors who had been pa*sed down for a long time in the Wanxiang Kingdom could not do anything.
“But, although I have no way, it doesn’t mean that others don’t have a way either.”
Clementine’s words were like a quick-acting heart-saving pill.
Gadre’s eyes, which had been somewhat dull and drab, once again returned to brightness.
His eyes looked deadly at Clementine, hoping to know what she would say later.
“There is a senior in my line of witch doctors who is highly skilled in healing and is proficient in the art of longevity, named Witch Mountain Snowman.”
Gadre looked to Clementine and asked somewhat eagerly.
“Where is that old man now, I will go and invite her old man myself.”
Clementine shook her head, “Wushan Xue Lao has long since reached the limit of her lifespan and has reluctantly frozen herself in a snowy mountain; before night, I will bring Xue Lao back with me.”
Clemantine’s words were like a rea*suring blow to Gadre’s heart.
His gaze was full of trust as he looked at Clementine and spoke.
“The owner can go ahead, I will eradicate all the treacherous evil …… in the king city one by one!”
Gadre’s anticipation contained a strong sense of slaughter.
He had thought that under his iron hand.
The whole court should be quiet for a while.
It was unexpected that there were still people who could not control their greedy hearts.
Jia De Lie finally understood why he had sent people out to solicit him twice before and after.
Wulou had politely refused both times.
The whole 20 million dollars was stripped down layer by layer, and in the end there was only a pitiful 500,000 dollars.
Gadre walked out of the Witch House, looked at the guards waiting outside as well as the two Arnold’s, and shouted.
“Go and inform all the ministers that the morning court proceedings will be held immediately, even if they are having a baby, tuck them back in!”
“As ordered.”
Dozens of soldiers scattered away and Arnold, as well as Marshall, walked up.
Arnold’s originally short hair had been grown slightly longer, falling slightly above his shoulders, and the gentle cheeks gave even more good looks.
“Your Majesty, is something happening?”
Gadre spoke to Arnold slightly about the official officials and the layers of exploitation.
As for the Marshall, it was useless to speak to a fool about matters of state.
An imperceptible killing intent flashed through Arnold’s pale blue pupils.
He nodded to Gadre, signalling that he had understood.
A side of the Marshall.
Who am I, where am I, and what are you all saying that I don’t understand.
In the early morning, above that palace, heads rolled and blood flowed.
And a domineering statement from Gadre.
“Greed for money, after completing my mission do as you please, if you fail to complete the mission and still want to greed, only death!”
Thousands of kilometres away from the King’s City, at the bottom of a snowy mountain.
Clementine stood beneath the snowy mountain and looked up at the towering tip.
The cold, bayonet-like wind that whipped through her did not change anything.
She was still dressed in the same old clothes, but she had an ice-blue token around her waist that emitted a cold aura.
Clementine had walked all the way to the tip of the mountain, which had already plunged into the clouds, in just two hours.
The ice-blue token at her waist suddenly glowed and then levitated.
The snow in front of Clementine gradually spread to the sides under the light of the token.
A cave appeared in the innermost part of the snow.