"Alliance Hierarch!"
The unlucky servant sent to call Andrew had just pushed open the door to find the place in shambles.
Andrew’s hair was disheveled, and the furniture in the room was smashed to pieces.
"Alli... Alliance Hierarch..." The servant was sowhat fearful.
Since Andrew sat in the Alliance Hierarch’s position, this was the first ti he had seen such a loss of composure.
"Speak!" Andrew’s face was grim, like a raging lion!
His dignity, his confidence!
All were destroyed!
"The servants... the servants wish to invite you over..." The dispatched servant was trembling with fear, knowing that saying such things at this ti might lead to punishnt.
"Heh." Andrew sneered, walking to the servant and lifting his chin: "Is it that the Empress refuses to leave and wants to personally escort her?"
"This..." The servant felt a chill down his spine, sowhat terrified.
They had witnessed Andrew’s thods, and once this Alliance Hierarch was provoked, he was utterly ruthless.
"Speak!"
Andrew shouted angrily!
"Yes! The Empress refuses to leave, says she wants whoever caught her to send her back!" The servant knelt on the ground, shivering.
This was tantamount to a coup.
Using Pendleton’s hand and the generals to force Andrew!
After saying this, the servant secretly prayed, hoping to survive.
"Haha. The Empress..." Andrew suddenly laughed.
Laughed happily.
"I’ll kill him!" Andrew grabbed a long spear from the wall with one hand.
"Alliance Hierarch, don’t..."
Before the servant could finish, Andrew swept the spear!
A head rolled to the ground.
The headless corpse remained kneeling for ten seconds before finally collapsing.
"Since you won’t leave, then never think of leaving!"
An icy chill flashed across Andrew’s face as he rushed out with his spear!
The servants inside the room, like ants on a hot pan, were sweating profusely.
So went to fetch water, others went to the kitchen to prepare decent als.
One day ago.
Grace River was still imprisoned, and Pendleton’s people hated her deeply, speaking contemptuously.
But now the situation had turned upside down.
A group of usually aloof servants, head servants, and generals flocked to her, showing concern.
Even kneeling felt a bit too high for them; they wished they could lie flat on the ground.
Bam!
Another sound erupted.
Andrew kicked the room door open, carrying the long spear, standing at the entrance.
"Alliance Hierarch!"
Seeing him arrive, the servants imdiately turned, knelt, and kowtowed: "Please, Alliance Hierarch, escort the Empress out!"
Their voices were in unison.
It seed Pendleton had not been so unanimous in opinion for a long ti.
Usually, even on trivial matters, there would be endless disputes.
But now, no voices opposed.
"I’ve co to kill." Andrew said casually.
At this mont, soone finally noticed the blood on the tip of his spear!
"This is..." A general felt a chill in his heart.
"This is the blood of the ssenger." Andrew stepped forward, heading straight for Grace River. "Anyone who blocks , dies!"
Step by step.
In a brief mont of distraction, Andrew was less than ten ters from Grace River!
"Alliance Hierarch, no!"
A general rushed forward, hugging Andrew’s leg: "Our families’ lives are all in Julius Reed’s hands! If you kill the Empress, our entire families will suffer!"
"Alliance Hierarch! Consider it carefully! Endure for a mont, and the winds will calm! We cannot afford to lose our families!"
Julius Reed’s decisive thods had caught Pendleton off guard.
It was as if a mysterious force had suddenly appeared, pushing them to the edge of an abyss.
One more step forward, and they would be beyond redemption.
"I said it before." Andrew was pale, and the hand holding the spear trembled uncontrollably. "Anyone who blocks , dies!"
With a swish!
As he uttered the words, he thrust the spear down!
Directly stabbing the general on the shoulder!
"Ah..." The general wailed, yet still desperately tried to stop Andrew’s advance.
"Courting death!" Andrew was finally enraged!
He raised the spear, aiming at the general’s head, ready to thrust down!
Whoosh!
Suddenly.
The others drew their weapons, their eyes filled with icy glints.
"What are you doing! Planning a rebellion!" Andrew looked around, seeing eyes like those of tigers and wolves.
No one responded.
"Fine! Fine!" Andrew thrust the spear into the ground fiercely, throwing his head back, closing his eyes.
Reason prevailed over impulse.
If a rebellion were truly incited, then he would lose everything!
Lose all he had painstakingly built over the years, everything he had today!
Even though he was unwilling, there was no other choice.
"Empress, I will now escort you away." Half a minute later, Andrew took a step forward, calmly looking at Grace River.
"How will you escort ?" Grace River raised an eyebrow, asking sharply.
From beginning to end, she showed no fear.
Even when Andrew raised a spear to kill her!
"How do you want to be escorted?" Andrew returned to calm once again.
To have killed the previous Alliance Hierarch and seized the position smoothly, whether in mind or martial strength, Andrew was top-notch.
If today’s incident hadn’t been so humiliating, he wouldn’t have lost himself this way!
"With grandeur, a palanquin carried by eight!" A flash of anger crossed Grace River’s face: "And I want you to personally carry it!"
As soon as she said this, the room fell into silence!
"Empress, while we owe you, can we not negotiate another condition? Andrew is our Pendleton’s Alliance Hierarch; this request is sowhat excessive!"
"Indeed, for our dignified Pendleton Alliance Hierarch to personally carry a palanquin, how can we face anyone after this? Your request is rather unreasonable..."
This ti, even the servants couldn’t help but speak up to argue.
"We will carry it; we, the head servants, will personally carry it! Would that suffice? I am the chief servant; I hold significant influence within Pendleton, enough to save your face and give us a way out."
The servants knew Andrew wouldn’t agree to this request, so they began to diate.
"Oh? Your Andrew wants face, but does my Vein Holder as an heir not deserve so face?" Grace River unleashed her full presence, no longer looking like a fragile person, but rather an empress!
An empress on high!
"When you captured , did you consider my dignity, consider the dignity of the Imperial Vein!" Her voice was icy, leaving no room for compromise: "If possible, I will leave tomorrow. If not, kill now."
"You..." The servants could only fu in silence!
After all, their family and loved ones were all in Julius Reed’s grasp.
"You’re Pendleton people! Yet you’ve colluded with the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!" The servants sighed, lanting the lack of success, regretting provoking the Empress sowhat.
They dared not et Andrew’s eyes, for they were afraid.
"Fine!"
Three minutes later.
Andrew let out a light laugh: "I agree. But how can you guarantee the safety of Pendleton’s families?"
"Alliance Hierarch..."
"No need to say more!" Andrew raised his hand, signaling them not to speak. "I captured her; the consequences I will bear myself!"
"Thank you, Alliance Hierarch!"
The servants were deeply grateful.
Andrew was clear that there was no way to change things, better to go with the flow, letting Pendleton people harbor gratitude towards him.
"You have no choice; you can only trust the Saint Lord." Grace River let out a light laugh, a beautiful smile.
A smile so beautiful that Andrew spat a mouthful of blood, his face turning ashen.
"Such audacity!"
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