Su Xiao walked out through the Holy Court's main entrance. A noble medallion hung on his chest—the Duke's medal.
As soon as Su Xiao descended the steps, the Imperial soldiers on both sides of the roadway raised their weapons and dropped to one knee. Their armor clattered, and their presence was imposing.
Scenes like this were one of the reasons people pursued power. Wherever they went, there would always be people who revered them and people who knelt before them.
Su Xiao walked along the roadway, with Bubu Wang, Amu, and Baja following behind him.
As soon as he reached the end of the roadway, he saw a carriage waiting there. A Moonwolf emblem was displayed on its cabin, and the carriage door stood open.
"Although we despise that old bastard, we trust his judgment."
Duke Lirin was sitting inside the carriage. This upright duke always put the bigger picture first, no matter the circumstances.
A cunning old bastard was not necessarily a bad person. Take Duke Lirin, for example. He was ruthless to the extreme in everything he did, but most of it was for the people and the Empire. As for occasional selfish desires, who could possibly be free of them?
There was a saying circulating in Arans City: Without Duke Lirin, the Empire would lose all hope.
More than 30% of the officials would even support Duke Lirin becoming the Holy Descendant King. As for the remaining 70% of Imperial officials, they had already rotted away.
Su Xiao boarded the carriage. This time, Baja glared at Amu, who sat beside the coachman with an aggrieved look. The coachman was trembling all over. He wanted to say something, but did not dare.
The carriage sped toward the outskirts of Arans City. Two unicorns pulled it, and their speed