Stanwell's words not only ignored the injuries the "murderer" Samuel had inflicted on Brecklin, but also amounted to declaring this duel valid.
No one believed Stanwell had been moved by a mere sentence from the ignorant and fearless Prince "Arthur." Compared to a prince of an empire, even a grandmaster artificer was still someone who had to look up to a demigod-level powerhouse. Prince Arthur's breach of etiquette was only because he had arrived too late and had not heard whatever Brecklin had said. He knew even less about the identity and strength of the "uncle" before him.
The reason Stanwell changed his tune lay in that glance he had cast at Geroas. The two elders must have communicated in secret, and it surely had something to do with the "filial offerings" Prince "Arthur" usually gave Geroas. No wonder His Highness had seemed so fearless after Geroas appeared.
Only the two demigod Dragon Race elders, Stanwell and Geroas, knew that the ignorant and fearless one was not "Arthur," but everyone else, including Fagris.
"Very good." Chen Rui nodded at Brecklin. "You have a reasonable uncle."
Brecklin had yet to recover from his shock and nodded instinctively. Stanwell's eye twitched, but in the end, he tacitly accepted the title of "reasonable."
Fortunately, Chen Rui did not continue. Instead, he walked up to Fagris and pointed at Brecklin. "General Fagris, look at him. That young man has been injured to such a state, yet even his uncle considers this a fair duel. Do you still think this is just some farce?"
At the words "young man," Brecklin was about to leap to his feet when Stanwell shot him a glare. He immediately lowered his head.
Jemington had once accompanied the church representatives to Dragon Valley to negotiate matters concerning the magic game,