The vast council hall was filled with a murderous aura emanating from Revin, transforming into a tangible pressure that made the air itself heavy and oppressive.
"Brother-in-law!"
Feeling the murderous intent from Revin, Ridton was petrified and immediately started crying out and shouting in Revin's direction.
"It's not my fault! It's not my fault, brother-in-law!"
Ridton appeared to be trying to argue his case.
"Not your fault?" Revin laughed bitterly in anger and said, "Yes, you did not directly participate, but you were fully aware of the 'good deeds' your son was doing, yet you chose to cover them up and even actively defended him. Does that not make you complicit?"
"But, but he is my son! Brother-in-law!" Ridton, with tears streaming down his face, said, "He's also your nephew, you practically watched him grow up. Even if he really did commit some outrageous acts, could you actually bring yourself to kill him?"
Revin's response to Ridton's argument was extremely cold.
