"Job, what is that look in your eye? Speak clearly, don't beat around the bush. Say whatever you have to say." City Lord Simmons's heart thumped suddenly, he quickly disassociated himself from any involvement, as he could not afford to be charged with the crime of attacking an apprentice.
He glanced at Ivan, thankfully Ivan's expression remained unchanged.
"My lord, then I will truly speak."
"Speak."
"It was a command issued by you personally."
Under the prompting of the City Lord, the initially hesitant trusted aide spoke the truth.
The other trusted aides nodded their heads, agreeing with Job's statement.
"Nonsense, when did I issue such a command?" Simmons's complexion turned very dark.
"Last night." Faced with this tragic situation, Job had nothing to lose.
"My lord, you said it yourself, I can testify to that," another aide said, with others chiming in.
"Everyone shut up, father would never issue such an outrageous command," Nelsey quickly chided.
