Chapter 86: Give You Face, and You Don't Want It?

"The Lord of Jenith?" The words had barely left Alonso Wrath's mouth when Benefit Hall went deathly quiet. The Lord of Jenith-he stood at the absolute pinnacle of power in Jenith. The Emperor's own uncle, one of the few princes the empire still had. Forget common folk; even a deputy provincial chief like Ray Hoez would have to bow with both hands when he saw him. Dillon Shirvinton tensed up on the spot. He edged closer to Asher Jauncy and lowered his voice. "Asher, the Lord of Jenith isn't just...