Back in the palace, the tension was at an all-time high. It didn't help that there were very injured men fighting for their lives on the floor.
"DAMNIT!"
The Lord cursed, destroying a table at the piles and piles of bad news getting thrown at him! The rest of the servants stepped as far away as they could, afraid to share the same fate as the people who 'bore the bad news'.
Mafo gritted his teeth as he felt his anger getting to his brain, making him go crazy as time passed by.
He was still in the process of determining the truth behind Valov Lord's alleged closeness with some of the people who died in his turf.
He had sent a letter via the Post Office there, claiming that there were rogues in his territory who had killed mercenary teams. It was done to wash his hands, simply because it happened in his territory.
So far, there had been no reply, but there was no reason for the Lord not to listen to him!
