"Newland City State's current situation is too complicated. We don't know which dark corner a few surviving monsters might emerge from, so I propose that, like the Jodan Kingdom, Newland City State be jointly administered by the three of us."
Jodel leaned back in his office chair and looked at the other two men across the conference table.
"Jodel! What do you mean by that?!"
The man sitting directly opposite Jodel was a stern-looking middle-aged man with short brownish-gold hair. He slammed his hand on the table. "Newland City State belongs to the Empire. It has always been Moonlight's territory. What gives your World Tree the right to stick its hand in?"
"Norsen."
Jodel looked at the middle-aged man before him and smiled. "Take a look at the people Moonlight has produced. Last time in Jodan, the Mysterious Shadow cultist was one of yours. This time in Newland, Wester from the Church of Chaos was one of yours. And I heard that the cultist who orchestrated this spatial-temporal connection incident was also one of yours."
His tone paused slightly, his eyes carrying an indescribable meaning. "Moonlight isn't some kind of cultist den, is it?"
"Jodel!"
Jie An Norsen's face darkened completely. "I admit that I failed to keep my subordinates in check on these two occasions. I will begin an internal review afterward, but that is not a reason for you to reach into Newland."
"I don't trust you people."
Jodel's aged voice was slow as he leaned against the back of his chair. "Who knows whether the people you send next will also be cultists? Newland's situation is already complicated enough. If you cause another incident, don't drag the whole world into hell."
"You!"
Norsen slapped the table and took a deep breath.
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