Ackman impatiently waved his hand, ready to have the soldiers drag this eyesore of a pest out.
Morkan hurriedly revealed his last trump card, his voice almost trembling, yet he struggled to maintain the decorum expected of nobility:
"Lord Ackman... The Red Tide Lord, Lord Louis Calvin, has entrusted me to present you with a handwritten letter. If you would deign to read it, you will understand its profound implications."
Ackman's brow twitched; it seems Louis isn't as foolish as he thought.
The envelope was torn open directly, and he began to read word for word.
The flickering firelight from the hearth cast shadows on his gradually darkening face.
Ackman scanned the first line, and the veins on his temple immediately bulged.
"To the Seventeenth Legion—Interim Overseer Ackman."
Interim Overseer, neither "Commander" nor "Your Excellency."
It was a temporary title seldom used even in Imperial administrative documents, laced with contempt.
