Chapter 637: Eleanora Jubbs Knocked Out

That night, in the grand hall of the Venturer Sanctity, the atmosphere was so thick it felt like you could cut it with a knife. Above, the elders sat sternly, their faces were grim and severe. They had been in seclusion but were abruptly awakened by the alarming reports, and upon hearing the news, their fury was palpable. Below, Samson Vinaul stood, his own face mirroring the gravity of the situation. He was plotting to uncover and torment the informant who alerted the elders, blaming them for the...