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Chapter 1293 - 951, Engagement

Chapter 1293: Chapter 951, Engagement

Shanaela Mansion.

As time went by, the mercantile elite and nobles who stayed behind began to feel suspicious and uneasy.

"Once the Holy Court lands on the island, won’t we be treated as accomplices here!"

"This is imprisonment, it’s not protection at all."

"Shanaela says she’s protecting us, but I think she wants to drag us down with her."

More and more people joined the conversation, and the whole room started to grow restless.

But still, a portion of the people remained quiet.

This is Shanaela’s mansion, with good food and drink laid out. Even if they left here, there are skeletons everywhere, unless they could really get off this island.

Compared to staying here, they were more worried about Shanaela’s words: The Holy Court has launched a Holy War.

If... the Holy Court really managed to conquer the island, then everyone would die.

They hoped that the Gold and Silver Island could hold out.

But how could that be possible!

"What’s all the noise for, the port isn’t open, who can leave here anyway?" a person said.

The person who initially rallied everyone continued, "But we can’t just wait here, we can find a way to save ourselves."

"The coastal area of the Gold and Silver Island isn’t small, maybe there’s a way to leave."

"Are you all really planning to wait for the Holy Court to come?"

More and more people were persuaded, shouting disorderly, "Shanaela, let us leave quickly."

The more people opposed, the more emboldened everyone became.

As they spoke, someone went to shove the skeleton standing guard at the door, only to be hit in the abdomen with the pommel of the Skeleton Warrior’s sword, curling up on the ground, loudly cursing.

...

Second-floor area.

Shanaela and the heavily dark-eyed Fifth Elder sat in chairs discussing the matters of the Gold and Silver Island.

The clamor and shouts from downstairs floated up, the Fifth Elder said, "How do you plan to handle it downstairs? You’re so confident Wu Heng will win, letting them leave wouldn’t hurt anything."

"Letting them out would only spoil things." Shanaela put down the teacup, the sound of porcelain clinking against the sandalwood table rang crisp, "This is the Gold and Silver Island; the panicked merchants might not even wait for the Holy Court to attack."

The Fifth Elder laughed, "Never seen you be so considerate for the Wood Elves."

Shanaela said flatly, "Without Wu Heng, the Elder’s Council would still be five people. Compared to the Wood Elves, the Gold and Silver Island seems to have given me greater power."

The room quieted for a few seconds.

"Makes sense." The Fifth Elder didn’t deny, then said, "I’m curious about your feelings; they seem even better than I imagined."

"Like a love from the stories, destined by the heavens." Shanaela said with a smile.

The Wood Elves and the Elf Race are very similar, with avant-garde thoughts, pursuing art and romance more.

"Shanaela, are you sure we won’t be in danger because Lilith Leader is also on the island? Once the Holy Court declares a Holy War, it means it won’t easily stop." The Fifth Elder brought the topic back again and continued: "Are you waiting for other members of the association?"

Shanaela’s brow furrowed instinctively, glancing at the stairway from where the shouts and curses came, she said, "Elder, you’re smart; everything’s already arranged. It’s merely about finally sitting down to negotiate; a fight between heroes isn’t easily started."

The Fifth Elder smiled, "As expected, it’s just as I thought, the association’s methods, over and over, are just those few."

The Wood Elves have staked their chips on the Gold and Silver Island, naturally not wanting Wu Heng to be in trouble.

Hearing Shanaela say the association would still mediate, he felt reassured.

In the Holy Court, a Holy War was something from a millennium ago, now with the association presiding over the big picture, how could such a thing be allowed to happen?

Shanaela sighed lightly again, "But those people downstairs, I can’t reveal too much, worried they might ruin important matters."

The Fifth Elder smiled and said, "Isn’t it simple? I’ll go talk to them."

Shanaela showed a hint of happiness in her tone, "They might not listen, though."

"Don’t worry, just some common merchants, nothing too hard to handle." The Fifth Elder rose, straightened his robe, and leisurely walked downstairs.

Going down to the first floor, people immediately looked over.

"Fifth Elder, where’s Shanaela?" someone asked.

The Fifth Elder’s expression turned solemn, "Shut up."

Everyone was stunned, looking at him in some surprise.

Someone said, "Fifth Elder, the Holy Court has landed on the island. If we stay here, we won’t be able to explain ourselves. You still represent the Wood Elves, think carefully."

The Fifth Elder sat on the side, his expression calm, "Why panic? As long as I and Shanaela have not left, it means there’s no issue. War won’t break out, look how scared you all are."

The hall instantly quieted down.

"Won’t break out? Does the Fifth Elder have some intelligence?" someone tentatively asked.

The Fifth Elder sat down relaxed on the side, "Now, you all shouting to leave, once things are over, aren’t you afraid the Leader Wu Heng will come back and hold you accountable?"

The people who stood up looked at each other and then gradually sat back down in their respective places.

...

The dungeon!

On the damp stone wall, a few wall lamps cast long shadows.

Flag-bearer "Erinnoel’s" robe was stained with dust, the chains clinked with his movements, "I haven’t done anything harmful to the Gold and Silver Island; if there is, show it to me. Don’t take out the pressures the Holy Court gives you on me."

"Why are you so agitated? I haven’t said you’ve done anything." Andre Willow sat on a wooden chair outside the iron cage, behind her stood several upright Skeletons.

"Hmph, stop pretending. You mentioned the Gold and Silver Island’s safety in front of the association’s people, isn’t that what you meant?" The Flag-bearer’s voice was filled with anger.

Andre Willow raised an eyebrow, without saying much else, she picked up a phone and sat to the side looking at it.