Like a wise sage, Powin had his hands hidden underneath his large robe, while Muriel calmly stretched his pen towards the paper on the table.
Everyone turned their attention to the duo, some even forgetting to breathe. The duo were not called wise sages for nothing.
Many could count on hand how many words they say a day. As soon as they open their mouths, you can be certain that half of your problems will be solved.
"Nephew, we have several thoughts on the matter."
"Hmmmm... It's true that the enemy could be anyone, but let us ease your mind by narrowing down the culprit."
Powin raised a finger. "The first suspicion falls on people from the opposition party."
"Yes!" Oden's eyes lit up.
Yes!
Those bastards, though subtle on the surface, still want to pull William from the throne and crown someone from their camp.
