A contract appeared before everyone, and all their expressions darkened.
This blatant distrust left everyone deeply displeased.
Perhaps seeing their concerns, the Lord of Darkness explained with a sincere expression:
"I'm sorry, but for everyone's safety, I have to be cautious!
If word gets out, our forces may be wiped out by the nobles in various regions before we can even assemble."
This was a practical concern. Compared with the noble factions, the cultists' strength was simply far too weak.
The reasoning was sound, but no one dared lower their guard. They stepped forward one after another to inspect whether there were any issues with the contract.
Clearly, this distrust was not one-sided. None of the representatives from the various cult organizations present trusted one another.
The contract was signed, but the rift had also been planted. Their future cooperation was destined to be guided by their respective interests.
Falcon Kingdom, O'Pry Manor.
Representatives of the emerging nobles from across the kingdom gathered together. As the initiator of the meeting, Viscount Catalino was the first to speak:
"Everyone, the matter I invited you here to discuss today is somewhat grave.
I trust you have all felt it. The Kingdom government, controlled by the old aristocracy, has always been hostile toward us.
The latest revision to the kingdom's laws once again includes provisions for increased tariffs. If the bill passes, nearly every industry will suffer a devastating blow.
We hold less than one-fifth of the seats in parliament. Once the proposal enters a parliamentary vote, its passage will be almost inevitable!"
As soon as his words fell, the atmosphere in the room grew solemn.
As an island nation, the Falcon Kingdom's development was destined to be inseparable from the sea.
The old aristocracy occupied more than eighty percent of the