Clap clap clap!!
As everyone stared greedily at Nova and her slightly swollen belly, Li Qinwu clapped his hands, drawing their attention to himself.
Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he walked step by step to the seat of honor and sat down in the host's place.
This scene displeased quite a few retainers. A noble immediately stood up and pointed at Li Qinwu as he shouted:
"That is my lord's seat! You have no right to sit there!"
Li Qinwu glanced at him and said blandly:
"AUV, you're all so eager to divide up the inheritance. What, don't you know you're about to die?"
The atmosphere immediately turned grave.
Some of the nobles thought Li Qinwu was about to attack them, and their hands moved toward the Bolt Pistols and Power Swords at their waists.
"What do you mean?"
One noble gripped the handle of his gun with his right hand and looked coldly at Li Qinwu, ready to draw and defend himself at any moment.
Li Qinwu said calmly:
"We're all politicians and schemers here, so let's stop playing dumb and put everything on the table!
I'll be direct. Inquisitor Thraxol is dead, so we need to find a way out for the living!
I intend to step up and lead the banner. Who agrees? Who objects?"
"I object!"
"I object too!"
"I spirally object!!"
All four hundred-odd nobles present stood up in opposition.
They had put their faith in Inquisitor Thraxol and the Inquisition behind him, hoping to secure a promising future.
Now that Inquisitor Thraxol was dead, their former loyalty was naturally dissolved. They no longer gave a damn about anyone—not even a Living Saint!
Seeing them all stand in opposition, Li Qinwu said blandly:
"The reason I'm stepping up to carry the banner is because I