Chapter Fifty

Timothy Wimbledon sat on the privileged position, focusing on the staff his hand while ignoring the clergymen inside the pantheon.

This is the inclination I have taken a stab at, he thought, rather than being kept down in Valencia, where I needed to supervise the unending knot between dealers, who just battled for their own advantage.

He halted the scouring of the staff, and started tapping its end on the floor, allowing it to sound through the corridor. At the point when everyone's eyes were centered around him, he gestured and requested, "You might start."

"Your Highness, I have something vital to report." The first to move forward was Knight Weimar, nicknamed "Sir Ironheart," who was answerable for all that with respect to Lord City's guard.

"Talk."

"Might the witch chases at any point be briefly halted?" Your Highness, the new assaults have become increasingly over the top! I heard that yesterday, a few ladies were removed from their homes, were captured, and later attacked in the