Bab 211: Chapter One Hundred Nineteen: The King and the Cabinet Minister

In the dimly lit great hall, the torches on the walls burned slowly, making a faint crackling sound. The windows and doors were tightly closed, with only a slight breeze coming from the vents, stirring the red and yellow flames. The flames flickered silently, casting the faces of everyone there in a light that fluctuated suddenly between brightness and darkness, like the changing inner heart of the nobility.

Xiulote knelt in serene reverence, recalling the fleeting glimpse from just moments ago.

Having not seen him for a while, Aweit seemed to have changed a lot. His face was cold and firm like a stone carving, his gaze deep as if it were a dark pool, and his demeanor majestic and imposing. At this moment, the King was seated on his throne, his emotions distanced, carrying a breath of divinity, like an eagle soaring into the Nine Heavens, his true form difficult to perceive.