Thales never thought that when a king appeared before his vassals, he would receive such an interesting response.
At that moment, all eyes were on the king.
In the silent atmosphere, Chapman Lampard clasped his hands behind his back expressionlessly and paced at a moderate pace.
But he seemed to exude the solemn pressure unique to a king.
He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, as if he was deliberately sizing up the floor tiles of Heroic Spirit Palace, as if there were some patterns on them that were worth paying attention to.
Behind the king, Viscount Kentvida and Kroesch stood on his left and right with indifferent expressions.
Not everyone recognized King Chapman, so aside from Thales, there were only two kinds of expressions left in the hall.
Their faces were solemn, and they were confused.
There were also those who were both, such as Lisban and Nazaire, and the archduchess.
"Eckstedt."
Viscount Kentvida stepped forward solemnly. With a sonorous voice and the short, powerful, and gruff tone unique to Northlanders, he announced to the entire hall,
"Salute your king!"
Kentvida's voice echoed in the hall.
In the next second, as if a storm had suddenly descended, the originally puzzled nobles instantly erupted into an uncontrollable uproar!
"What's going on?"
"The kinslayer is actually in Dragon Clouds City?"
"How did he get in?"
"Could it have been arranged beforehand?"
"No, look carefully at that prince …"
There were those who were doubtful, those who were shocked, those who were solemn, those who were terrified, and those who were gnashing their teeth in anger.
But the archduchess and the six counts sank into a strange silence.
Saroma's face was pale. Lisban closed his eyes and said nothing.
Nazaire could not hide the strange look on his face as he looked at the king, then frowned and looked at the indifferent Thales.
Karkogel's eyes burned, and his breathing quickened. Hearst seemed to be seeing King Chapman for the first time. His solemn and scrutinizing gaze was fixed on the king.
Count Lyner and Count Cotterson were so shocked that they did not even have the time to exchange glances.
Ian from the City of Faraway Prayers was dumbfounded. He blinked rapidly and sized up the common-elected king in the center of the hall in disbelief. From time to time, he cast a puzzled glance at Thales.
'Is that the ambitious and terrifying Archduke of Black Sand Region that my father mentioned?
The culprit of the disaster in Dragon Clouds City six years ago?
How?
Thales?
Doesn't that mean …
Ian's expression became more and more unsightly.
At the center of the storm, King Chapman's expression was still calm, and his movements were casual.
His left hand lightly rested on the sword at his waist, not caring about the atmosphere around him.
The nobles' discussions grew louder and louder.
At this moment, the King suddenly raised his head!
The nobles, who were discussing among themselves, could not help but stop and hold their breaths.
King Chapman's gaze was filled with coldness and deathly stillness. Wherever he looked, those who were swept by his gaze would shudder in fear.
It was like falling into a bottomless glacier.
A few seconds later, the king grinned and looked at the nobles of Dragon Clouds City. He chuckled in a mocking manner.
"Humph."
Thales took a deep breath and calmly looked at Wya and Ralf, who had worried expressions on their faces. Behind Kentvida and Kroesch, the two attendants of the Prince of Constellation lowered their heads. They stuck close to the wall and moved to the prince's side in a low-key manner.
In the end, it still came to this.
The Prince thought gloomily, "The worst of it."
He nodded at the two who had returned.
At that moment, Thales suddenly felt a chill run down his spine!
Malicious gazes shot towards him.
It was the Star Killer.
Nicholas was glaring at Lampard as if he was staring at an unforgettable enemy. The pain and hatred in his eyes were practically about to turn into flames and spew out.
He then looked at Thales, his gaze filled with anger and dissatisfaction.
Perhaps the Star Killer himself could not tell whether he hated King Chapman or Thales more at that moment.
Thales sighed softly. He turned his head away as if he did not see the Star Killer's terrifying expression.
"Dragon Clouds City, are all of you deaf?"
In the hall, Viscount Kentvida was very dissatisfied with the nobles' behavior. He waved his arm and shouted angrily, "In the name of the Joint Ruling Pledge …
"To the common ruler of the Northlanders of the Western Peninsula, the forty-sixth common-elected king of Eckstedt and Glacial Quiquer, King Chapman Lampard …
"Salute!"
He swept his furious gaze across the hall.
The hall quietened down again. The vassals frowned. Many of them cast their gazes at the archduchess.
Saroma took a deep breath. With great difficulty, she turned her head to look at King Chapman.
Coincidentally, the king also turned his head around. His sharp gaze was directed at Saroma.
The girl's face turned pale. Memories of the past surfaced in her mind.
Count Lisban stared at the archduchess with a solemn expression, then at King Chapman. Then, he sighed and nodded.
"He is the king. This is the obligation of the Joint Ruling Pledge," the regent whispered to the girl.
After receiving Lisban's hint, Saroma gulped hard. She took a few deep breaths before she lifted her skirt, left her seat, and slowly walked down the stairs.
She walked towards the supreme ruler of Eckstedt.
"Your Majesty Chapman." She came before King Chapman, pressed her hand on her chest, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Welcome to Dragon Clouds City.
"I'm very surprised that you've come."
As the archduchess moved, countless sighs rose in the hall.
King Chapman looked down at Saroma from above. He looked at the emblem of the Cloud Dragon Spear on her clothes, and a barely noticeable hint of bewilderment flashed across his eyes.
"Yes, I didn't expect it either.
But life is always full of surprises. "He snorted softly, seemingly with a profound meaning.
"The ruler of Dragon Clouds City."
The king shifted his gaze and looked around him.
In the next second, the hall was in complete silence. All the Eckstedtians, whether they were nobles, vassals, soldiers, servants, counts with high positions of authority, or Viscount Ian of the City of Faraway Prayers, whether they were anxious or indignant, all rose from their seats.
They knelt on one knee.
They bowed to the King of Eckstedt in the middle of the hall.
Thales watched everything quietly. He felt as if he had returned to the day King Chapman was crowned six years ago.
Seeing the vassals' actions, Kentvida and Kroesch exchanged glances before they nodded in satisfaction and knelt down as well.
However, Kentvida immediately frowned. 'Not everyone has knelt down.'
"Mute, stand back a little." Wya pulled Ralf back and whispered in dissatisfaction, "We're the only ones standing. It's a little too eye-catching …"
Ralf shrugged and pointed at a person in the hall. He frowned and gestured, "We're not the only ones."
Without waiting for Wya to react, Viscount Kentvida's displeased voice rose again.
"Count Cotterson.
"You're still standing. You didn't bow?"
Everyone's gaze turned to him at the same time. One of the six most powerful counts in Dragon Clouds City, Count Shawlon Cotterson of Phalen Castle stood on the spot with an indignant expression. Compared to the vassals around him who were kneeling on one knee, he stood out.
"I still remember when we were young and fooled around together in Dragon Clouds City. At that time, you respected and feared King Nuven."
Count Cotterson said coldly, "And now, you come back to Dragon Clouds City to show off your might, Chapman?"
King Chapman's eyebrows twitched slightly. He snorted through his nose.
He seemed to find this very interesting.
"Listen up, Chapman. We are the vassals of the Archduchess of Dragon Clouds City." Cotterson did not show any weakness. He withstood the king's gaze and said in a gruff voice, "We are also her vassals. We only salute her."
Saroma stared in astonishment at Cotterson, who had been on bad terms with her before this.
It was as if this was the first time he had met this Earl who spoke harshly.
All the people in the hall quietly watched the confrontation between Cotterson and King Chapman.
But the king ignored him and looked away.
He seemed to be indifferent.
"In this hall, only the Prince of Constellation does not have to salute the king, Count Cotterson," Kentvida said flatly.
'This Viscount Kentvida is probably still holding a grudge for the embarrassment from the last time we met.'
A malicious glint shone in the Viscount of the City of Halting Light's eyes.
"Why, are you also a Constellatiate?"
The moment he said this, Count Cotterson's face immediately turned livid.
Many people furrowed their eyebrows.
"Kneel down and show your loyalty to the king," Kentvida said coldly.
Count Cotterson took a deep breath. He stared at the king in disdain, then at Kentvida. He was about to open his mouth to retort.
But someone grabbed his shoulder.
Cotterson turned his head in surprise. Count Lyner was holding his shoulder. His expression was unpleasant.
"Kneel down. He is the king, after all.
"Etiquette is secondary. But if you do not want to be labeled as a 'disloyal' because you violated the Joint Ruling Pledge the next day, and if you do not want to become the enemy between Dragon Clouds City and the king …"
There was a hint of warning in Count Lyner's tone. "Kneel down, don't cause trouble."
Cotterson raised his head indignantly and looked at the king. He thought of something, and his expression was one of struggle.
King Chapman continued to stare back at him with a dark expression.
A few seconds later, Cotterson gritted his teeth. In the end, he closed his eyes and knelt down on one knee.
His hand, which was holding his knee, trembled slightly, as though this was a great humiliation.
The king's cold laughter rang in the hall.
"If you do not want to kneel down …" King Chapman's expression became animated, as though he had suddenly come alive from a portrait.
"Then do not kneel.
A true Northlander does not lie to himself. "He cast a scornful glance at Cotterson." What do you say, Cotterson, my old acquaintance? "
Count Cotterson, who had already knelt down, immediately had an extremely unpleasant expression on his face.
"Get up and return to your seats, everyone. Especially you, young lady." King Chapman cast a cold glance at Saroma. The latter could not help but clench her teeth. She then looked around.
"Do not let me ruin the atmosphere."
The vassals in the hall slowly stood up. What followed was the sound of many people clenching their fists.
Below the archduke's seat, Count Nazaire said in a low and solemn tone, "When did he arrive in Dragon Clouds City? You did not know about it beforehand? "
Opposite him, Lisban sighed.
"At this point in time, is this important?"
Nazaire glanced at the king, who acted as though there was no one else around him, and snorted softly. "I thought you would stop him, be it outside the city or outside the palace, and not allow him to enter as though there is no one around, Your Grace."
"I was thinking about it," Regent Lisban replied bluntly. "Perhaps we could even add a side show like 'Dragon Clouds City kills the assassin who broke into the palace'."
But Lisban's gaze then tensed up.
"If the news of the common-elected king's arrival at Heroic Spirit Palace had not spread throughout Dragon Clouds City at the same time as his arrival …"
Nazaire's gaze froze. "Spread throughout Dragon Clouds City?"
"Everyone knows that he is here." Lisban nodded cautiously and solemnly. "In another morning, I reckon that all of Eckstedt will know."
Nazaire furrowed his brows and retracted his gaze from the king's head.
"So, it is already impossible for us to seize the opportunity to attack him?"
Lisban nodded.
"They came prepared, so they have nothing to fear." The former prime minister's expression was stiff.
"We can only face them head-on."
Nazaire snorted softly and cast his gaze on the special teenager. "It seems that we, all of Dragon Clouds City, have been …"
"Played a ruthless trick."
Lisban did not speak.
But like his old colleague, he also locked his gaze on Thales.
Thales just stood quietly on the spot and did not move an inch.
He did not seem to care about King Chapman, who was not far away.
Beside him, Ian from the City of Faraway Prayers looked at Thales hesitantly, then at King Chapman, who had suddenly appeared. He subconsciously shook his head.
In the hall, Saroma, who had returned to her seat, took a deep breath and cast a worried glance at Thales, who was as expressionless as the king.
She then asked anxiously, "May I ask why you are here, Your Majesty?
After all, this is the day of Dragon Clouds City's state affairs hearing … If you don't mind, we can — "
But the king interrupted her.
"Of course." King Chapman did not hesitate. He strode forward and began to size up the six counts with different expressions. At the same time, he went straight to the point.
"I'm here to help."
The king's powerful voice echoed in the hall.
The vassals frowned.
"Help?" Saroma repeated, puzzled.
"Yes." As Kentvida whispered in his ear, King Chapman turned around and sighed. "But before that …"
Following the king's gaze, the vassals' gazes turned in puzzlement.
In the end, they landed accurately on the heir of the City of Faraway Prayers.
"Ah, someone from the City of Faraway Prayers?" King Chapman enunciated each word clearly. He stared at Ian like a wild beast that had been lurking for a long time.
"What a surprise."
Ian was shocked. His entire body stiffened, and an inexplicable anxiety rose in his heart.
He never thought that he would have to face his worst opponent so early, so soon, and in such an embarrassing manner during his trip to Dragon Clouds City.
In the face of the king's oppressive gaze, Ian instinctively said,
"Your Majesty, this is the first time we meet, I —"
"I've heard of you, Roknee's son." The king waved his hand and did not let him continue. "Are you here to propose to the Archduchess of Dragon Clouds City?"
Ian was instantly rendered speechless. He had thought about the possible ways the king would open the conversation. Greetings, accusations, condemnation, probing …
'But …
'It's actually this?'
"This is a bad idea." King Chapman snorted coldly.
"Your status is unworthy. It's more appropriate for your father to propose himself. Doesn't he love doing this kind of thing the most?"
Ian's face instantly turned pale.
Behind the king, Kroesch chuckled softly, as if she had sensed something.
Beside her, Viscount Kentvida smiled.
"His Majesty has avenged you," Kentvida whispered to the female warrior with a mischievous smile, "Truth be told, when Roknee proposed to you in Heroic Spirit Palace six years ago —"
Without waiting for him to finish, Kroesch rudely replied with two words.
"Shut up."
Kentvida shrugged and did not say another word.
After two seconds, Ian, who had lost his composure, composed himself.
He pretended to be calm and replied in his usual relaxed tone, "It's not very appropriate to say that. After all, I'm also considered the heir of the Roknee Family and the City of Faraway Prayers."
Ian deliberately enunciated his words and said, "Before you inherited the title of archduke, didn't you have the same status as me?"
The vassals of Dragon Clouds City frowned.
"Is that so, heir? The same status as me? "
As he listened to Ian's sarcastic words, King Chapman snorted softly and said nonchalantly,
"Then why didn't you kill your sister?"
At that moment, the entire place fell silent.
This time, Ian choked on his words.
Thales looked at Ian and sighed.
'Yes, he knows this feeling.'
Everyone who crossed swords with Chapman Lampard would experience that kind of heavy pressure — the feeling of suffocation caused by his cold gaze and cold words corroding each other.
'And …
'Lampard's attacks have always been about not moving …'
The king's voice rang again.
"If your sister is not dead yet …" The king began to pace slowly and said flatly,
"Then what kind of heir are you?"
In that second, Thales felt as if he could hear a heavy hammer pounding into Ian's heart along with King Chapman's words.
On the other hand, it was as if a block of ice had cracked inch by inch in Ian's heart.
The Viscount of Dual Wind City did not speak for a long time.
The hall was silent as everyone listened to the king's words. Ian's previous actions had made him a lot of enemies in Dragon Clouds City, so no one wanted to help him.
'No.
'There are.'
"Your Majesty," Saroma said indignantly, "perhaps you should return to the main topic."
King Chapman raised his eyebrows. "Oh, of course …
"For example, the City of Faraway Prayers, which rules the western part of Eckstedt, sends a viscount who doesn't even have the right of succession to ask Dragon Clouds City for a marriage alliance?"
These words made many people's faces turn stern.
"Ian," Monty, the Raven of Death reminded the absent-minded Ian in a low voice, "do something."
Under the reminder, Ian shuddered violently.
He suddenly realized that King Chapman came for the City of Faraway Prayers.
He could not back down.
The young heir of the City of Faraway Prayers forced a smile and said, "You have misunderstood. In the City of Faraway Prayers, according to the Northlanders' tradition, my sister has no right of succession …"
When he heard this, Thales sighed and closed his eyes.
He saw it very clearly.
Chapman Lampard and Ian Roknee.
Just like the contest between the Prince of Constellation and the Star Killer.
Whether it was a contest of swordsmanship or a battle of words …
Both sides did not …
They were not on the same level.
The king snorted coldly. At the same time, he cast a warning glance at Saroma, who had just interrupted him.
"No right of succession?
Why? "
"Could it be that you are hinting at … the Archduchess of Dragon Clouds City, Saroma Walton, whom all the archdukes, including me and your father, acknowledge as a female, the Archduchess of Dragon Clouds City, Saroma Walton …" King Chapman spoke slowly in a normal tone, but his words caused the expressions of all the vassals of Dragon Clouds City to change drastically.
"No right of succession?"
Sitting on the archduchess' throne, Saroma's breathing quickened as she stared at King Chapman in a daze.
Ian was stunned again.
In the face of the king's gaze and words, he was tongue-tied. His chin trembled continuously, but he could not say a word for a long time.
Ian, who usually did not bother about trifles, was rendered speechless at this moment.
There was no time to rest. The king soon spoke again, breaking the uncomfortable silence in the hall.
"Hmph, don't take it seriously. It was just a joke.
"Even if your father comes to propose …" King Chapman glanced at Ian coldly from the corner of his eyes. "Fortunately, you are not that stupid. If your families really become in-laws, I will not be here to help you." Ian looked at King Chapman.
"But for the future of Eckstedt …"
The king glanced at the people in the hall. There was a deep chill in his voice.
"He is here to declare war."
The atmosphere in the hall froze.
The vassals became alert.
Ian, who was usually eloquent, was rendered speechless, as if his tongue had been cut off.
Ian turned to Thales indignantly.
'Damn it.
'Damn it!'
'Thales.
'You and your father and the others …
'Six years ago, in Dragon Clouds City, which was in a desperate situation.
'How did you play against an opponent like Chapman Lampard …
'And not be at a disadvantage?'
Lisban and Nazaire looked at each other in unison. They saw the uneasiness and nervousness in each other's eyes.
'The City of Faraway Prayers can no longer be counted on.
'The situation is not good.'
"Right."
King Chapman raised his head again and sized up the decorations in the hall. He did not relax in the slightest when it came to Ian's question. "I heard that Archduke Roknee has been very close to some of my restless vassals recently?"
The expressions of the vassals in the hall changed.
"Not very close." Ian took a deep breath and chased away the discomfort and loss of composure brought on by the king's pressure. He tried his best to force a smile. "But under the Joint Ruling Pledge, we pay attention to every noble of the kingdom, especially to ensure that their natural legitimate rights are not violated.
"Please forgive me."
Thales closed his eyes gently.
'No.'
'Indeed, they were not "very close".
'But the City of Faraway Prayers is the "mastermind" behind the scenes.'
'The City of Faraway Prayers wanted to rope in Dragon Clouds City, end the war quickly, and defeat the Alliance of Freedom without any delay …
'It was also because they wanted to avoid falling into a quagmire.
'To ensure their influence over the vassals of Black Sand Region …
'So that I can support them in defending their autonomy and fighting against King Chapman.'
The king's gaze was focused on the Soul Slayer Pike behind the archduchess. He seemed to be distracted and reminiscing about the past. He snorted softly in response, whether intentionally or not.
But Thales knew that King Chapman was definitely not daydreaming.
"Is that so?"
Chapman the First seemed to have just snapped out of his daze. He said faintly, "Yes, I almost forgot. Your father, Kulgon, is such a generous and upright man."
Ian furrowed his brows.
He sensed that something was wrong.
King Chapman sighed. "So, when I heard that the City of Faraway Prayers was in trouble, I left my own troubles behind and came all the way here to help."
The vassals of Dragon Clouds City became alert. The war in the City of Faraway Prayers was related to Dragon Clouds City's reinforcement.
It was also related to the contest of power between the archdukes and the king.
"The City of Faraway Prayers is safe and sound." Ian raised his guard and spoke cautiously.
He said cautiously, "You don't have to … you don't have to worry."
Ian fixed his gaze on King Chapman.
Previously, Ian's imagination about Archduke Lampard and even King Chapman …
His expectations and fixed impressions of him had long since been shattered by what he saw today and the few words they exchanged.
This king was truly an extremely terrifying opponent.
But Ian still underestimated this king who had been crowned for six years.
"Really? Don't worry? "
King Chapman's tone was raised slightly. He turned to the person he had never paid attention to since he arrived.
"What do you say —"
He was also the person who had been temporarily overlooked because of the king's arrival.
"Prince Thales?"
Everyone in the hall was shocked!
'What?
That means … '
Lisban and Nazaire's gazes were fixed on the prince. Their gazes were especially sharp.
Under many people's gazes, Thales took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
'It's his turn.
'Since we've already come this far …'
His gaze swept past the vassals of Dragon Clouds City and finally stopped on Saroma, who was at the highest point.
Saroma stared at him in disbelief. Her gaze seemed to be asking him, "What's going on?"
Thales smiled.
'Remember what I said, Saroma.
'No matter what happens …
She had to choose the path that was most suitable for the archduchess.
In the next second, Thales turned around in a steady and resolute manner. He faced the strange gazes that filled the hall and the seemingly calm King Chapman.
"Constellation thinks so."
"Eckstedt is represented by the City of Faraway Prayers."
"You shouldn't rudely interfere with … the internal affairs of the Alliance of Freedom."
"So, we sent an army to observe the relationship between the Alliance of Freedom and the City of Faraway Prayers." Thales used the shortest and most appropriate words to share the information with King Chapman, who had just arrived. "And regardless of whether it's the City of Faraway Prayers or Dragon Clouds City, everyone here seems to be …"
"I'm not very satisfied."
After Thales finished speaking, he pursed his lips tightly.
However, this sentence was like a powerful knock that echoed in the hearts of everyone who knew the truth.
Saroma stared at Thales in a daze. The puzzlement in her eyes grew deeper.
What was going on?
'Why does Thales want to stand against us? Why does he want to claim that his kingdom is … against us?
His situation was clearly already …
In the face of Saroma's puzzlement, Thales' expression was as calm as still water. He did not respond.
Ian of the City of Faraway Prayers opened his mouth in shock, but he could only speak halfway. "Thales, you … What kind of joke is this?!"
'Didn't you say … that you didn't know anything?
But now you … '
In the face of Ian's questioning, Thales' expression was calm, as if he did not hear anything.
On the other side, the Star Killer, Nicholas, stared at Thales with an increasingly dark gaze.
There was even hatred in his eyes.
'Young prince, are you … in cahoots with him?'
In the face of the Star Killer's angry gaze, Thales' gaze froze. He did not move an inch.
Regent Lisban stared at Thales in shock. He furrowed his eyebrows tightly as he recalled the prince's previous deeds.
'Could it be that this prince and King Chapman …'
Thales' words also stirred up the anger of the vassals of Dragon Clouds City again. Waves of condemnation surged forth and drowned him.
Count Cotterson of Dragon Clouds City gritted his teeth and said, "Hey, you little rascal —"
But he was interrupted. Count Nazaire held him down with a solemn expression and shook his head.
"Your Highness, is this your plan?"
Wya, who came to listen to the council hearing for the first time, immediately whispered nervously into the prince's ear, "It doesn't seem … too good."
Ralf cast a scornful glance at the attendant.
'This is considered bad?
You didn't see it, but when the Northlanders were discussing how to dismember the prince … '
In the face of these people's gazes and discussions, Thales was indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him.
He only waited quietly for King Chapman's response.
King Chapman frowned slightly and paused for a few seconds.
He seemed to be digesting the news.
A few seconds later, he relaxed his brows again. His sonorous voice rang in the hall, cutting off the vassals' condemnation.
"Look!"
The king turned around calmly and faced the entire Hall of Heroes. "This is what I meant by 'trouble' for the City of Faraway Prayers."
In the face of the king's pressure, the hall instantly fell silent.
King Chapman sighed, as if he felt that it was a pity.
"If Constellation really interferes, it will not be so easy for the City of Faraway Prayers to get rid of the Alliance of Freedom."
He pondered and said, "This is indeed a problem."
Under the gazes of the people in the hall, King Chapman curled up the corners of his lips and revealed a rare smile.
"Prince Thales," he said in a sonorous voice.
"Why don't you … come to Black Sand City as a guest?"
The vassals and envoys were all stunned!
Thales frowned fiercely.
It was just as he had expected.
Saroma was the first to react. She cried out involuntarily, "Your Majesty, what did you say?"
The expressions of Lisban, Nazaire, and the others changed.
In the face of countless shocked and confused gazes, King Chapman smiled coldly.
"I said, for the sake of the City of Faraway Prayers' interests in the Alliance of Freedom," he glanced at Ian, who had yet to react, and curled the corners of his lips in disdain, "I will reluctantly entertain Prince Thales, and negotiate with King Kessel while I'm at it.
"After all, I am the closest to Constellation."
Ian was stunned.
"The prince is going to Black Sand Region?" he murmured.
But soon, Ian, who had figured out what was going on, was shocked!
"No." He stood up in a panic, his face pale.
"No! Prince Thales cannot go to Black Sand … "
Behind the king, Viscount Kentvida snickered. "You are welcome, Sir Ian. After all, as His Majesty said, we are here to help."
King Chapman put on a strange expression, like a cat who had caught a mouse.
"Yes."
Chapman Lampard stared at Ian, who had lost his composure. His eyes shone with a frightening, cold glare, and he enunciated each word clearly through gritted teeth. "Kulgon Roknee is so enthusiastic that he doesn't forget to care about the vassals of Black Sand Region even though he is far away at the borders.
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