"News has just reached us that the Silver Bay coalition was attacked near Kandebel and has been out of contact for two days."
Mangrove stood up and swept his gaze over the crowd, his expression gradually calming before he spoke. His voice, though naturally not loud, possessed tremendous piercing power and lingered long within the grand hall. One person, two people, more people stopped their discussions. For a moment, the crowd had not yet reacted, and some were still searching for the source of the sound, but the hall was gradually growing quiet. This quiet seemed contagious, and finally even Veronica and Duke Ludwig stopped their dispute and looked over toward this side.
For a moment, the hall was so quiet that the dropping of a needle could be heard.
After quite a while, someone finally stood up—that person was a representative from Silver Bay, likely hailing from Desangluo or the Sword Plover Duchy—and the expression on his face was clearly extremely urgent. "Is the news certain, Milord?"
Mangrove could understand this man's anxious state of mind, but merely nodded slightly in greeting. "It is news transmitted from the direction of Silver Bay."
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd erupted in an uproar.
"Martha above, how could the coalition be attacked? By whom?"
"If those monsters are lurking near Kandebel, our retreat route is in danger."
"What kind of joke are you playing? They're right here, in front of us!"
Veronica's pretty eyebrows were already furrowed, and her heart was filled with dissatisfaction toward these fellows who failed in everything they attempted. She pressed down on the table and stood up, her emerald eyes carrying a heavy expression, and as soon as she opened her mouth, her majestic voice cleaved the clamor within the hall in two