Aristocratic Council

Oudick dialed a number, but nobody picked up.

"Maybe the phones have been put to silent mode during the meeting…" Oudick voiced his guess as he ran.

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao didn't say a word as they ran behind him.

Castellan Manor, Aristocratic Council Chamber.

A long table was placed in the middle. In the seat of honor was the luxuriously-dressed Castellan, Xu Liyan.

Sitting on each side were three people.

These were the seven great nobles and council members that stood atop Weed City. But ever since Xu Erde's rule, the focus of power had shifted to the City Hall and the city defense forces. The Castellan—who controlled these two departments and had the support of a certain faction in First City—gradually took the wind out of the Aristocratic Council.

But in such a critical situation, even if Xu Erde reincarnated, he wouldn't dare ignore the other six nobles' opinions.