Chapter 60: If You Won't Hand Them Over, I'll Slaughter Stormveil Trade Conclave to the Last!

Uriah Greaves's eyes turned glacial with Killing Intent, sharp enough to make even Third Laureate Looske and Aaron Hoard flinch. He looked at Amara Lyson and Dahlia Lyson. "Go back and get some rest. I've got something to take care of." "What are you going to do?" Dahlia blurted, still shaken. "You saw what the Quatremane family is like. They're not people you can mess with. You should just run!" "Uriah," Amara said softly, giving him a gentle smile. She took Dahlia by the hand and led her back...