"You..."
Anthony clenched his fist, his teeth grinding loudly.
After all, he was the Chief of Deep Cold, second only to the Marshal in the organization!
And now, he was being humiliated by an unknown nobody?
"Your Excellency is..." Not only him, Willson Pavilion also felt insulted.
"We had an agreement with The North Sea's Marshal that once Amadeus Fairbanks steps down, I would be the next Pavilion Master," Ellis Ridge stepped in front of Templeton Lena and said frowning, "Why do you betray our agreement now?"
"Oh?"
Templeton Lena, with his hands clasped behind his back, smiled and said, "I remember there was a sentence in the letter the Marshal sent to Mr. Ridge."
"Which sentence?"
Ellis Ridge felt a sense of foreboding.
"The Marshal sent three letters."
Templeton Lena raised three fingers and said, "The content of all three letters was the same. Aside from the one sent to Olivia Warm, each of the other two contained an additional sentence."
