The Black Pine League had a snowfall.

Perhaps it was the last snowfall of this winter.

Countless people were walking in the snow, coming from all directions to Neolle Leocadia.

The Grandmaster Martial Artist Group from Boulevard had already wiped out the White Dragons League, and the heads of the two Alliance Hierarchs were cut off.

Sent overnight to the Black Pine League.

If Marco Jackson was killed, it would be understandable.

But Jorvik Jackson, lying in a coffin, had his coffin smashed and his head chopped off, which was somewhat inhumane.

Nevertheless, because of this, people from the Black Pine League were more concerned about Neolle Leocadia's decision.

Demarco Mount's envoy had been at the Black Pine League for three days, and Declan Marsh had been claiming illness, refusing to meet him.

Today at the council meeting, everyone with authority in the Black Pine League gathered here.

To discuss a countermeasure.

Demarco Mount or Boulevard, a decision had to be made.

"Elder Brother Cook, what is the opinion of the three families?"

The steward of a prominent family encountered Hussein Cook, unable to resist inquiring.

The three major families held significant sway in the Black Pine League.

If these smaller families could get the news in advance, it would greatly benefit their families.

"Mr. Ghost, what kind of talk is that? If a decision is to be made, Neolle Leocadia will make the decision." Hussein Cook snorted lightly, with a hint of reproach in his tone: "I am working for Neolle Leocadia, how can I overstep? Foolishness!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The elder quickly changed his tone: "Mr. Cook is right, it is indeed I who am foolish."

After speaking, the man hurriedly left.

If he offended the Cook Family, he might as well prepare for his own funeral.

Inside Neolle Leocadia!

The place was bustling with people.

The council hall was filled with over a hundred people.

These people were seated on the left and right sides.

On the left were Hayden Marsh and the other three members of the royal family.

The leading figures on the right were the three families of Jackson, Zhao, and Cook.

The two groups represented two forces, the people sitting at the front had the right to speak.

Those standing at the back could only comply.

And in the center of the council hall!

Stood two martial artists.

One from Demarco Mount, dressed in luxury, holding a dragon-headed staff.

The dragon-headed staff represented authority!

Anyone holding the dragon-headed staff from Demarco Mount could represent the Grandmaster.

This tradition was established by Julius Reed initially.

Originally, these dragon-headed staffs were for inspectors, making it easier for them to inspect various alliances.

But later, envoys serving as diplomats for Demarco Mount also enjoyed the same treatment.

This envoy kept scrutinizing the Boulevard martial artist beside him, his eyes full of disdain.

Who is he?

The dignified Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance's sacred envoy!

Yet the person before him looked so crude, even the martial artist responsible for cleaning toilets in the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was better than this guy.

How could he sit as an equal with me like this?

"Humph!"

The envoy from Demarco Mount snorted lightly, turning his head.

"His Majesty the King arrives!"

With a shout.

Declan Marsh, in his black dragon robe, with the black dragon sword at his waist, strode to the throne and sat down slowly.

"Today, no grand ceremony, only a council meeting!"

He extended his hand, indicating for those who stood to perform the ceremony to sit down.

"Alliance Hierarch, I'm a bit puzzled." Hearing Declan Marsh's arrival, Demarco Mount's envoy spoke with arrogance: "Let me ask, do you recognize this dragon-headed staff in my hand?"

As soon as he spoke, both the three big families and the royal family had a change in their expressions.

Upon arrival, was he here to hold someone accountable?

"Of course I recognize it, this is the Golden Dragon Staff symbolizing the Grandmaster, what advice does the Sacred Envoy have?" Declan Marsh was not angered but instead asked with a smile: "Please, speak directly."

"Humph!" The envoy snorted, slamming the golden staff hard on the ground: "Since you know, how dare you claim illness and refuse to see me? Do you know what this implies?"

"Nonsense! Sacred Envoy, be respectful to His Majesty!" Atticus Marsh stood up with a look of displeasure: "This is the Black Pine League. When the Sacred Envoy speaks, use a bit of brain. Otherwise, if any consequences arise, I'm afraid the Grandmaster will punish you!"

The dignity of the royal family could not be trampled on!

Scolding Declan Marsh in front of all the Clan Leaders was a slap in all their faces.

If it was four years ago, they might not have dared to speak out.

But now, with Boulevard stirring, things were not as stable for Demarco Mount.

If now they let someone trample over them, how would they fare after defeating Boulevard?

Wouldn't they lose their designation and lands?

"Hey, watch your words." The martial artist from Boulevard patted the envoy's shoulder, frowning: "On someone else's territory, don't push your luck. You've flaunted enough; everyone knows your prowess. Quit while you're ahead, why are you addicted?"

"Take your filthy hand away!"

The Demarco Mount envoy impatiently brushed off the other's hand, his eyes filled with loathing: "Why are you looking at me?"

"Why, can't I look at you?" The Boulevard martial artist was already agitated, and now even angrier!

He'd be damned if he couldn't beat West Tower but surely he could beat this guy?

"No! Who do you think you are to directly confront this Sacred Envoy?" The envoy from Demarco Mount shouted angrily.

Being snubbed for three days, shouldn't Declan Marsh have directly killed the Boulevard person to show loyalty?

"Hey, I have a bad temper!" The Boulevard martial artist didn't care about any envoy status; he was instructed by West Tower that if he could kill someone from Demarco Mount, he would live!

He just hadn't gotten a chance yet!

Right there, he directly drew his Longsword, swinging it fiercely!

The envoy from Demarco Mount's eyes widened, completely not expecting this crude warrior to dare kill someone inside Neolle Leocadia!

By the time he reacted, his head was already off.

Gulps.

Hussein Cook swallowed.

Dead?

The envoy from Demarco Mount, just like that, killed?

Hayden Marsh's eyes widened as well, subconsciously touching his nose.

This was not following any rules!

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Including Devlin, who was preparing to assassinate.

Frederick Jackson reached out a hand, stopping Devlin, deciding to watch how it unfolded.

The sudden scene completely disrupted Black Pine League's plans.

Declan Marsh even wanted to hear the terms offered by both sides.

But now, it seemed there was no choice left.

With the Sacred Envoy killed, the face of Demarco Mount was already lost.

If at this point, they also killed the Boulevard person, that would be incredibly unwise.

Offending both sides was the worst possible outcome for the Black Pine League.

"You…" Declan Marsh pointed at the Boulevard martial artist, at a loss for words.

"Your Majesty, our commander asked me to deliver a message." The Boulevard martial artist calmly spoke after the killing.

When he came, he was determined to die.

But if not dying, just killing a Sacred Envoy would be a monumental achievement.

"What message?"

Declan Marsh opened his mouth to ask.

"The Jackson, Zhao, and Cook families are preparing to assassinate you. The assassin who is to kill you is right behind them." After the martial artist finished, everyone's gaze turned to the three major families.

"You're talking nonsense!" Hussein Cook stood up, directly drawing his blade: "Trying to sow discord between me and His Majesty, today I must kill you!"

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