Private Room
"Lord, do you think the Crown Prince is trying to eliminate us here?" Ethan asked in concern.
This private room was equipped with multiple runes and formations. He could feel his mana was being restricted as well.
It would be difficult to defend themselves if the Crown Prince held such an intention to eliminate them.
"The Crown Prince isn't foolish." Wesley chuckled softly.
"He toppled Darius down, but he can't do the same to us. Darius belonged to the Noble Faction, so the Crown Prince's status alone could suppress any insubordination or rebellion. However, we are from the Merchant Guild."
"But Lord, the Crown Prince forcefully elected that damnable gold ranked merchant to become the new representative," Ethan argued, and wanted to remind him that they lost their power.
"You mean that pathetic election?" Wesley was amused. Although the tax cut was a marvelous move, it was ultimately still a gamble with no substance.
