The sound of raindrops beating against the window became increasingly urgent, clearly dispersing the brief fervor within the hall and replacing it with a stifling silence.
Horn frowned and turned to look at Moliat, who, in turn, solemnly shook his head at him.
In the silence, a Legion Commander from the left seats was the first to speak up and shout, "Is it that our sabers are not sharp enough, or our holy guns not precise enough?"
Before the Legion Commander could finish speaking, Armand apologized to Lupher next to him and stood up, "I don't think Mr. Herman means open confrontation, but rather some undercurrents from miscreants, correct?"
Herman smiled, yet his voice was low and cold: "Gentlemen, you need to understand, although we sitting here today do not necessarily share the same interests, we certainly share the same enemy.
However, the knights and nobles in the local areas do not. Under the might of the army, they may comply, but they cannot be of one mind with us."
