Seeing Charles swiftly kill the black elder, Marktham gained a deeper understanding of him. Charles seemed to have no desire to communicate with anyone.
Without hesitation, Marktham spoke, "Everyone, follow me."
After that, Marktham led the way out of the safehouse, taking the group to a conference room on the negative third floor.
The conference room was spacious, with a large electronic screen in front. Marktham approached the control panel and operated it, causing the screen to light up in front of everyone.
The screen was divided into twelve sections, each corresponding to one of the seats on the High Table. Soon, the video connections were established, and the images of the elders appeared on the screen.
Out of the twelve sections, eleven were lit up, and the only one that remained dark was the section previously held by the black elder that Charles Doyle had killed.
The images of Charles and the group also appeared on the screen, allowing the ten elders outside to see the situation in the conference room.
Marktham saw that most of the members were present and began, "Everyone, today marks the most significant change in the history of the High Table. For this reason, I have called for the highest High Table meeting."
The elders behind the screen had now learned about the events unfolding at headquarters. Although they didn't have the exact details, they had a general idea of what had occurred.
The elders' expressions varied at this moment. One of the Russian elders spoke, "Marktham, a meeting is certainly necessary, but shouldn't you explain the attack on headquarters first?"
"I believe you all have received Morse's distress message."
As for why Marktham didn't mention where Morse was, the elders looked at the screen representing the headquarters and noticed Morse's absence.
They understood that Morse was likely deceased, but they didn't know whether it was due to a clash between two elders or some other reason.
While they were all High Table controllers, internal conflicts and power struggles were still present from the outset. They weren't originally a single faction but a collection of multiple factions.
Marktham didn't answer immediately but turned his gaze to Charles Doyle, seeking guidance on how to respond to this question.
Charles, seeing Marktham's inquiring look, calmly spoke, "Ginny, upload the recorded footage from earlier to the projection."
Ginny took out the SD card from the camera and uploaded the video recordings from today to the computer. She then started the playback.
Soon, the elders saw the video recordings of Charles and the group breaking into the stronghold today.
In the footage, Charles and the others were wreathed in flames, surrounded by lightning, demonstrating incredible speed, strength, and explosive paper tags. Every element of the video conveyed their exceptional abilities.
Charles stepped forward and addressed the elders on the screen, saying, "The things you see in these videos, I believe you understand what they represent."
At this moment, the elders on the screen looked at Charles Doyle with different eyes.
Although Morse had informed them that Marktham, accompanied by Charles and his group, had attacked headquarters, he hadn't transmitted the video footage of the attack. It wasn't that Morse didn't want to share it, but he simply didn't have the time.
"I, Charles Doyle, a registered member of the New York Continental Hotel, a legendary assassin, now apply to become one of the twelve seats on the High Table."
As soon as the words were spoken, the elders on the screen exchanged glances.
One of the Asian elders spoke up, "Charles, I am aware of your situation. With your abilities, you are qualified to become an elder."
"But I'd like to ask if you are willing to share your abilities, including that explosive paper that's comparable to hand grenades."
Hearing this, the other elders on the screen showed interest. Indeed, Charles's abilities, while diverse, seemed to be part of a cohesive system. It appeared that Charles had established a systematic way of training ninja skills.
As they operated in the shadows, those involved with the High Table were more inclined to accept and believe in the existence of mysterious and esoteric knowledge.
Upon hearing someone inquire about his ninja techniques and explosive tags, Charles smiled. He knew that the elders were attracted not only to the flashy and powerful ninja skills but also to the portable explosive tags.
These small pieces of paper possessed tremendous explosive power and were easily concealed, making them incredibly convenient for anyone seeking to cause havoc.
Unfortunately, Charles couldn't share these abilities at the moment. Even the explosive tags couldn't be used without chakra, and he currently didn't have the power to grant others chakra, as he wasn't the Six Paths.
Charles's smile remained as he spoke, "Whether it's ninja techniques or explosive tags, I cannot provide them to you. Even if I could, you wouldn't be able to use them."
"However, since I intend to become one of the controllers of the High Table, I will bring benefits to the organization."
"I don't know if any of you have heard of the Wax Bath from the Assassin Brotherhood."
When the elders heard the mention of the Assassin Brotherhood, they became intrigued.
This organization was invited to join in the early days of the High Table, but they had declined that offer at that time and chose remain alone.
However, considering the recent reports that Charles had annihilated the Assassin Brotherhood, one of the elders asked, "The Wax Bath, is it that legendary substance that can rapidly heal injuries?"
Clearly, this elder had some knowledge about the Brotherhood's secrets.
Hearing someone's recognition of the Wax Bath, Charles revealed a smile.
He briefly explained the benefits of the Wax Bath and continued, "I will establish recovery chambers primarily based on the Wax Bath, gradually, within the continental hotels controlled by each of you, to help assassins recover from injuries."
"As for pricing and revenue-sharing arrangements, we can discuss those details later."
Charles's voice turned dominant as he asked, "Now, regarding my request to become one of the twelve seats on the High Table, who supports it, and who opposes it?"
Charles was making his stance clear, and it was now up to the High Table elders to decide how they would vote.
Standing beside Charles, Marktham spoke first, "Elder Morse has tragically passed away, leaving one seat vacant. I support Mr. Charles becoming a High Table elder."
Hearing Marktham's words, the other elders behind the screen began to express their support one after another. In the end, not a single one opposed the motion.
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