Chapter 1523 The Time Was Finally Here!

Chapter 1523 The Time Was Finally Here!

Have they truly lost?
Everyone couldn't help wondering what he meant by those words.
In the dark room, their fear was their shackles.
It was like a knife in their gut, slowly twisting and churning their insides.
A thin layer of sweated beads formed on their foreheads as they stared at each other in silent questioning.
What did he mean?
Mushu slowly revealed a knowing smile, relaxing into the darkness on his seat.
Idiots.
"Your leader... Cletus, should have told you we have a powerful backer on our side, no?"
Yes! He did!
But there was still uncertainty with this unknown Backer they had never heard of.
After today's events, would this backer still want to go up against Gregory and his powerful allies?
They asked themselves. If it were them, would they cut ties completely and act as the wind, scrambling to the ends of Hertfilia... Or continue to fight such a terrible enemy?
If it were them, they would go with the last option.
Hey... As they say, there are no certainties in this life. Even they could betray each other to save their necks when the time comes.
So how could they be sure this said backer will still choose to fight and not give up?
No! In their minds, the backer would definitely abandon them now that the going was tough.
This... This...
The men all had awkward and dodgy eyes, wanting to jump out of this moving wagon but too scared to voice it out to Mushu's face.
This was Lord Mushu they were talking about!
Forget the fact they were in high positions.
Lord Mushu was like an uncrowded Monarch in Titarian.
No one, not even the late Monarch, was able to shake this powerful man.
Camila sneered behind her feathered fan, looking at the spineless men seated around her.
'If you knew you didn't have the balls to go against us, then why argue and jump about earlier like golden monkeys?'
Camila lifted her chest proudly, obviously sharing in Mushu's glory.
Yes! They were wary of Camila and her means.
But the one they feared was Mushu!
Mushu snapped his fingers, and one of his guards lowered the bowl of fruit closer.
Tasty!
Mushu savored the juicy grapes, narrowing his eyes at the bunch.
"Gentlemen... I hate to be the one to pour rain on your sunny days, but the moment you jumped in our wagon, there was no turning back!"
No turning back... No turning back...
The words echoed in the silent room, causing a deep tremor up the spines of many.
They looked at each other, knowing there was just one way ahead.
If they don't anger Gregory, then they would be angering Mushu and his backer.
In the end, there was indeed just one way forward.
"Lord Mushu, you have our support... We will do whatever is asked."
"Good...."
Mushu smiled while slowly taking a stand.
'This is just a hiccup in the way. A good hiccup for me since Cletus is now out of the portrait... It won't be long before my person rules the empire. And by then, all who stand in my way will die!!!!'
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---The Royal Palace.---
In a massive, well-lit hall filled with luxurious decorations, ornaments, tapestries, and artifacts... Many prime supporters, as well as the Baymardian leaders of the many divisions, sat in rows and columns of seats lined out neatly.
And on the golden podium, Gregory and Landon both sat at a table placed before them.
There were Titarian ministers, commanders, and other important personnel among the supporters.
This Grand hall was the same one used for hosting banquets and official balls.
It was so humongous that Cinderella would have a hard time finding her way through the place.
It was so big that even with this large gathering, they looked like ants swimming in the space.
The doors leading into the halls were also gigantic, as though one was about to enter the heavens.
This hall was also the official hall for addressing official and private matters, be it from the ministers or from the people who came in, debating their monarchs to settle their little disputes over who owned a stolen pheasant, etc.
For at least 3 hours on Mondays to Fridays, the Titarian Monarchs would allow rows of ordinary folks to come in and lay out their worries.
And
Thus, this room was a multi-purpose one, used for an uncountable number of reasons.
Sometimes official businesses, other times for celebration, and sometimes for public affairs.
And today, they once again put the grand hall into use.
At present, their seats were all around in a semi-circular manner.
1/10th of the semi-circle was filled with the Baymardians, and the rest were them.
The seats were arranged so those seated behind, whether shorter or taller, would have no problems seeing past the person before them.
It wasn't this arrangement or the fact that they were seated that surprised them.
No!
It was the fact that each seat had tables placed before them.
It was the tables that were arranged in a semi-circular manner.
And each seat was placed in a way that didn't bother those behind.
So everyone found they could see straight ahead, as well as see the many around them without any worries.
On the tables, there were strange transparent water jugs (bottles), as well as several documents in the finest paper they had ever seen.
What's more, they had their names written and placed in a transparent pyramid object too.
Good heavens!
What sort of water jug is this? And was this actually paper too?
Many felt their balls roll up and down their throats.
It took all their energy not to grab the documents and touch them like possessed beings.
But what was this?
Click.
Several people clicked the top of the strange ender object, only to see a small pointy end pop out.
A hidden weapon?
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Many looked at the pens and mechanized pencils in shock.