These words were like sparks from Eternal Oil when struck. They caused a mighty uproar in the hall.
The vassals altogether displayed angry looks.
"This is motherf*cking…"
"F*ck him…"
"Guards!"
But before the vassals could vent their anger, Thales spoke up again. His voice echoed throughout the entire hall.
"You know, sometimes, I miss Nuven very much." The prince sighed, but his words contained absolutely no respect. "I want to tell him this: Look, this is what you left behind in the once formidable Dragon Clouds City."
Thales turned and raised his head to look at the stone above him. He spread his arms to gesture at the nobles beside him, then shook his head in disdain. "Nuven, your pitiful legacy is a bunch of conservative old men who keep a careful watch over a useless and cowardly little girl, gnawing incessantly on what little bones Dragon Clouds City has left. How pathetic..."
