"Lord Rein, you....." Sword Saint Terrio couldn't help but look Rein up and down.
"Lord Terrio, you should refer to the Steel Throne." Seeing Terrio's astonished expression, Haleem stroked his beard and said with a smile.
"Terrio, feel free as you like." Rein couldn't help but smile wryly.
However, after a careful examination, Terrio quickly stepped forward, his expression solemn, and earnestly saluted Rein, saying, "Lord Steel Throne!"
"You..."
"Oh no, I forgot to inform the council about your promotion. To prevent them from making the wrong decision, I need to send a message immediately." Sword Saint Terrio suddenly frowned and realized something.
...
Meanwhile.
Federation Capital Anthor.
On the top floor of the Parliament Building, in a luxurious south-facing office, an elderly man with graying hair and a pipe in his mouth was quickly signing a large stack of documents with his quill.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
At this moment, a hurried knocking rang out.
