━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━Chapter 240━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ “What in the world is this nonsense you’re pulling?!” The Emperor’s fury made the audience chamber tremble. Before Desmond II, who was raging and roaring, Marquess Belteor lay facedown as if curled into the floor. “You can’t even control the South, and you dare stick your head into central politics? Get your rotten self down to the South...
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