Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1549: Resolution



Chapter 1549: Chapter 1549: Resolution

The great hall is silent!

Over seven hundred people bow their heads.

Covered in sweat.

Cold Nelson, radiating murderous intent, grips a sword in one hand. With every step he takes, the sound reverberates throughout the hall.

Like thunderclaps!

Seamus Somerset’s face shows a hint of mockery.

He takes this drunken opportunity to remove the puppet!

The opportunity was given, but some people truly don’t know how to cherish it.

"Master!"

Even if others remain silent, as the Senior Inspector, Dashiell Everhart must step forward to intervene!

The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is in ruins, now is not the time to tear off masks.

The former Master isn’t dead, establishing a new Master is already a rebellious act. If the Military Department True King assassinates the monarch in full view, what prestige remains for the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?

It’s highly disadvantageous both inside and out!

An internal division will lead to a loss of cohesion, leaving the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance as nothing but scattered sand!

The news of the former Master’s survival has already spread.

Countless eyes in the Martial Arts world are watching Demarco Mount, waiting to see how these ministers will choose.

Will they remain loyal to Demarco Mount’s legendary creation, or support the unjustly appointed new Master?

On this critical point, no accidents must occur.

The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s status is too high, the pressure is immense.

"Master! Today, the Military Department True King has drunk too much. In light of his achievements for the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, please forgive him this once!" Dashiell Everhart finishes, then nudges the fellow Senior Inspector Jonathan Moore with his elbow.

Seated in the Senior Inspector position, he is astute.

Jonathan Moore immediately steps forward, clasps his fists, and speaks with utmost respect: "West Sea was arrogant enough to kill our inspector. This time, the Military Department True King personally led people to West Sea, achieving handsome victories. Since we celebrate success, Demarco Mount should naturally reward him. Now, the True King drank a little to celebrate victory and spoke out of line. Why not offset his mistakes with his merits?"

Every chance to retreat has been offered.

The Military Department True King’s fame is renowned!

This battle, although for avenging his brother, was ostensibly fought for the inspector Jex Kensington, destroying West Sea.

Whether publicly or privately, this restores face for the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

The dignified inspector, a high-ranking official overseeing all directions, was killed. This has already challenged the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s authority!

Under the guise of forgiving the Military Department True King, it makes a plausible argument both internally and externally.

After all, treating meritorious officials well is not inherently wrong.

Offering Cold Nelson an out helps alleviate the current awkwardness.

The harmonious effort by the two calms the senior members of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance within the great hall.

"True King, although you have triumphed, this is still the front hall. The Master is holding a meeting." Dashiell Everhart quickly walks over to placate Seamus Somerset: "Should the word spread, how would outsiders perceive us? Only by unity between monarch and minister can we intimidate foreign lands and silence the Martial Arts world’s tongues. If you provide fodder for criticism, it would be exceedingly disadvantageous!"

Upon emphasizing the phrase ’criticism,’ Dashiell Everhart deliberately heightens his tone.

All arrangements on both sides are fully prepared, just waiting for today’s meeting to conclude and for Seamus Somerset to resolve privately.

Whether the Master contracts a bizarre illness, suddenly dying.

Or whether the abdication process is expedited.

That’s all the Military Department True King’s own business.

In any case!

Today cannot erupt with any disturbances.

"The Inspector has spoken. I was jubilant after conquering territories for the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance and indulged with a little drink. If I have offended, please Master forgive me."

Though Seamus Somerset drank heavily, he retains full awareness.

Cold Nelson, with his unjust standing, bears numerous burdens.

In the future, his abdication will be much easier.

Yet if today’s affair turns contentious, leading to an unending feud, then Seamus Somerset, who becomes the Master with the infamy of regicide, would be crushed under the pressure!

Then, not to mention external forces, internal resistance will be immense!

Who will allow a regicide to become the new leader?

For his bright future and Martial Arts world rumors, Seamus Somerset decides to temporarily endure.

But Cold Nelson offers no response, instead holding the sword as he descends further down the high steps.

"Master, Seamus Somerset has failed to understand his position. Hopefully, you won’t take offense." noveldrama

Seamus Somerset coldly watches Cold Nelson, his face filled with murderous intent!

Understanding one’s position!

He spoke it for Cold Nelson to hear.

A mere puppet!

Really considers himself the Master?

Yet Cold Nelson seems not to hear him, continuing to press closer.

Inside the great hall!

The atmosphere grows heavier and heavier.

The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance members who had relaxed soon tense up again.

Jonathan Moore and Dashiell Everhart turn pale!

The steps were laid out, only to fall off and die?

Seeing Seamus Somerset grow angrier, Jonathan Moore decides to go straight up, blocking Cold Nelson’s path: "Master! The True King has admitted fault, please forgive."

In his impression, Cold Nelson is a clever man.

The reason for choosing him as a puppet is precisely due to his wisdom and understanding of advance and retreat.

But now, something seems amiss.

"Scram," Cold Nelson softly spits out a word.

"What?" Jonathan Moore is taken aback.

He stands in front of Cold Nelson, directly blocking the path.

The distance between them is just a meter.

The word ’scram,’ he hears clearly.

Yet it’s hard to believe.

This puppet...

Has gone mad?

Dares to speak to me like this?

"I said," Cold Nelson raises his head, his eyes devoid of any black, looking at Jonathan Moore. "Scram."

Squelch!

The three-foot longsword in his hand!

Directly pierces through Jonathan Moore’s heart!

"Uh..." Jonathan Moore’s body shudders, eyes wide, lifting his hand incredulously.

But before the hand levels, Cold Nelson’s left hand presses on his face.

Gently pushes.

Thud!

Jonathan Moore, covered in blood, tumbles down the steps.

Deathly silence!

Drip.

A drop of blood that should have flowed within Jonathan Moore falls from the sword tip to the floor.

"Gulp..." Dashiell Everhart feels an icy chill down his back!

Sweat seeps atop his head.

Has he gone mad?

Instinctively, he retreats.

All Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance members present stare in shock.

It’s known among most that Cold Nelson is a puppet.

But today!

The puppet actually killed the one controlling it!

What will be the outcome?

Would he rather die with dignity?

Or...

No or.

The Military Department True King is immensely capable, and Cold Nelson is not his match.

In many eyes, there’s pity, there’s helplessness, as they watch the Master step by step descend the stairs.

Stepping over Jonathan Moore’s lifeless body, heading towards the Military Department True King.

"May I ask, why did the Master openly slaughter high officials of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?" Seamus Somerset’s eyes gleamed with amusement.

Jonathan Moore’s death allows him to kill Cold Nelson openly!

Removing an insane Master!

And then...

With legitimacy, ascend the throne!

Jonathan Moore’s death benefits him entirely—no downsides!

"Those who defy my orders, die."

Cold Nelson quickens his pace, heading straight for Seamus Somerset!

"The Master has gone mad, slaughtering skilled officials. As the Military Department True King, I should ensure everyone’s safety." Seamus Somerset grins.

He punches out!

Directly pierces Cold Nelson’s heart!

Shattering the bones in his chest cavity.

It’s over.

Next, he will ascend that throne.

Seamus Somerset already envisions these Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance members kneeling around him, bowing in submission.

Squelch!

But suddenly!

His body trembles!

A sharp sword pierces through his heart, emerging from his back!

Seamus Somerset turns his head with difficulty, his mouth twitching uncontrollably!

The power within him drains away...

Cold Nelson fiercely draws out his weapon, pointing his sword to the sky!

After a brief silence.

"Long live the Master!"

The hall echoes with the roar of mountains and seas.

Seamus Somerset falls to the ground, dead.


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