Chapter 1127 Fickle Envoy

• Inside the vaulted hall of Doherty Manor, long columns flanked a crimson carpet. On either side sat the heads of Gateway City's major factions; The Radcliffes occupied the place of honor in the front row. These were men accustomed to wielding power like a sword, yet now they waited in cowed silence. Two full hours had passed, but not a soul dared to complain.
• The title Divine Mountain Envoy weighed on every chest like granite. If the envoy demanded two hours—or two years—what choice did anyone have but to endure?
• "I heard he stepped away to—well—relieve himself," one lord muttered, lips barely moving. "Shouldn't be long now."