Poor Department Head Yude had failed to get the job done and landed himself in trouble instead.
He probably hadn't expected Annan to drag their underhanded dealings into the open, then shamelessly run to the Old Ancestor to tell on him.
"And that Prince..."
"You needn't concern yourself with him."
"All right. I was just asking out of concern." Annan shrugged.
Minister Ollie snorted. Concern? More like he wanted to watch the Empire make a fool of itself.
Annan did want to watch, but he also had no intention of getting tangled up in the Montreal Golden Family's internal factions. He simply voiced his concern. "What if that Prince holds a grudge and trips me up behind my back? I'm just a poor, weak, helpless lord..."
Even as the esteemed Minister of Ceremonial Affairs, Ollie was left speechless by Annan's shamelessness.
"You managed to get the Old Ancestor involved, and you're still worried about someone targeting you?"
"I suppose you're right."
Ig Stephens King had already tried his luck and suffered a crushing setback.
Since they were old acquaintances, Annan dispensed with the formalities and asked Minister Ollie, "Can I take a look around the Broken Laws?"
"The Broken Laws."
Minister Ollie corrected him with a dark look. "An imperial warship isn't a merchant vessel you can tour whenever you please."
"All right, then..."
"Remember, once you're aboard, watch what you say. If you anger the Ship Spirit, no one can help you."
Black-Armored Guards and Guards cleared a path on either side as Annan and Minister Ollie walked down the street.
"Minister Ollie..."
"What?"
"Nothing." Annan swallowed the somewhat disrespectful words on the tip of his tongue.
Who would have thought Isabel's stern-looking uncle was so prickly?
Minister Ollie frowned. As an imperial minister, he outranked many kings,