Chapter 1492 Fourth Tier Defender Of The State

• Anglandur.
• “I really shouldn't have disturbed your solitary training, Lord Orville, but this issue concerns the dignity of the Anglandurn royal family. A young man in his twenties from Eurasia has killed a member of our royal family. If word of this spreads to other countries, won't it be a disgrace? I implore you to leave your solitary training and rush to Eurasia, I entrust this matter to you, Lord Orville!” A man dressed in golden regalia, his hair white as snow and adorned with a crown, urged. His demeanor was not one of superiority, but as if he was speaking to his own brother, a clear sign of his deep respect for the individual.
• Seated next to Lachlan, the king of Anglandur, was an old man dressed in a black robe. He leaned on a scepter, crafted from a skull, his slightly hunched posture causing the robe to obscure his face, making it impossible to discern his features.