The Fall of Stephen Kehoe

A man in his 30s with short brown hair.

It was quite impressive that he had grown his mustache long.

Abel immediately recognized the identity of his opponent.

The Senate's right-hand man, Stephen Kehoe.

The Kehoe family was also a long-standing pillar of the Duchy of Crawford.

Originally a place that produced loyal vassals, it was now nothing more than a dog of Soltree.

If you tell it to bark, it barks, and if you tell it to bite, it bites.

"There wasn't even any discussion before then?"

"How can I prove it?"

"I guess I should ask His Majesty the Emperor and Prince Crawford. Shall I invite you to the Empire?"

"T-That kind of… … ."

When the names of the two were mentioned, Stephen Kehoe immediately bristled.

Abel looked around at the elders with a sly smile.

In fact, this kind of argument was meaningless.

Because he had already found solid evidence.