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Chapter 90 Summons from the Mother Council

The Mother Council of Gelthorne City.

Seventy-eight drow family matrons recognized by Gelthorne were seated in a fan-shaped arrangement in this dark council hall in order of their respective family status.

Sitting behind the stage at this moment is the Shadow Mistress, Xenia Benat, who has firmly ruled the entire city of Gelthorne for hundreds of years.

It was her second daughter Christine who was responsible for presiding over the meeting in front of the stage and reading out the proposals submitted by the matrons.

This was originally supposed to be the location of Christie Bennet, the eldest daughter of the Shadow Matron.

However, for Zhuoer, whether it is the change of the position of mistress or the infringement of rights between children, it is a normal thing.

If one day, as the Shadow Mistress, Xenia falls, it may bring a slight impact to the drow of each family.

The entire council was as long and complicated as usual. It was basically trivial matters that had happened in Gelthorne City within the past month but needed to be presided over by the Mother Council.

However, according to Drow's habits.

These so-called proposals, plans, disputes between families, and division of interests were all negotiated privately before submission.

Submitting it to the parliament is just a formality and serves a similar function as a public announcement.

However, the atmosphere today seems to be a little different.

These matrons, who seemed a bit over-mature, seemed to be suppressing their excitement for reading the latest gossip.

Being able to become the upper-ranking matrons of Gelthorn City, their ears and eyes are like a complex spider web extending in all directions, all over the city and even radiating outwards.

Naturally, I received yesterday’s news about the new lord Hogg of Zeelandia, the ‘ally’ of the new matron Dishana Jadir, who was assassinated by the Bangir family on the way to the invitation.

What's even more interesting is that at the banquet hosted by Dishana yesterday, the eldest daughter of the Bangir family also brought Lucifer, the flower of Gelthorne, to the banquet.

He even issued an invitation to the half-dragon jackal in public and sent out a signal of reconciliation.

But what surprised everyone was that the other party declined.

Drow are a very strange race. They treat the weak as coldly as the harsh winter, and they treat their comrades even more harshly. Taking life and death is the norm.

But when dealing with the strong, especially the strong foreigners of the opposite sex, they often do not hesitate to show a trace of hypocritical kindness and generosity. Their treatment may be even better than that of male drow wizards, and they will often give physical gifts to show their favor.

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Moreover, the Bangir family is deeply rooted in Gelthorn City. Although its ranking is not high, it is still in the middle and lower reaches. It is always much stronger than Jadir, a lower-ranking family that has just experienced the replacement of its mistress.

Faced with such a temptation, the other party actually stuck to that 'ridiculous' covenant and remained unmoved at all?

If this conversation ends here, it's just that the jackal is a bit interesting.

As for how things unfolded, shortly after the Banjier family made their "harsh words" at last night's banquet, a majestic aura of holy light erupted, and many of the noble ladies of the family at the banquet suffered from unspeakable secrets, and were completely brought to their knees.

After taking eighteen turns on the mountain road, it became unrecognizable

Afterwards, Dishana, the matron of the Jadir family, claimed that it was caused by the divine punishment suffered by a fallen paladin, while the Bangir family also remained silent as if dead.

The drows, who were watching the excitement and did not take it too seriously, found the matter even more interesting. They couldn't help but sigh that the Bangir family's move was too "shabby" and offended the drows. All the matrons learned from this.

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Therefore, they are all looking forward to what crime Dishana, who is sitting in the corner today without saying a word and as indifferently as a monk, will sue the Jadir family for, and will she be convicted of in the end.

What's the next punishment?

At this critical juncture when the beast tide invades and the magic ship explores imminently, Benjir's approach of attacking the "reinforcements on the way" is indeed inconsistent with the drow's philosophy of action.

Even the so-called Lords of Zeelandia were just a fig leaf for them to collect taxes.

In this regard, the drow are typical examples of those who have to build a memorial arch even though they have to show off.

Since it has been decreed, they must recognize it, especially when they really need new cannon fodder to reduce the loss of their own fresh troops.

Amidst the high expectations, Christine, the presiding officer of the meeting on the high platform, was slightly stunned after picking up a new bill.

She couldn't help but look back and forget about the look of her mother that made her vaguely frightened. After getting no response, she still read out:

"The following item was proposed by the Bangir family, "Order - Lord Zeelandia's city construction plan."

Just when the name of this proposal was read out, the breathing of the matrons in the entire parliament suddenly stopped.

The mistresses present here are all good people. In just a blink of an eye, they figured out many contexts through this topic, which made them feel bright. At the same time, they couldn't help but admire the Bangier family's good method of turning against customers.

But Dishana in the corner still said nothing, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

In this atmosphere of silence and paradox, Christine had read the proposal letter to the end:

"In view of the fact that Gelthorne has been harassed by a tide of beasts, I propose in the name of Mother Benjir that the militia led by Lord Zeelandia, under the protection of our army, build a city thirty miles to the north outside the city.

"Using this as a barrier, we can resist the largest beast tide in the north, and we can also guard against the intrusion from the direction of Iron Melting Castle.

"Once this tower city is built, Gelthorne City will save at least more than 300,000 drow gold coins in military expenses every year, and will free up four thousand elite guards and at least 10,000 slaves and servants under its command.

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"I hope your Majesty, Mistress Shadow, and everyone present will consider this.

"This move is all for the prosperity of Gelthorne City and for the future counterattack on the surface of the Silver Moon King's Court.

"Agnes Benjir—in court!"

As this decent proposal was read out, an uproar arose throughout the Matron Council.

For a time, there were a lot of private discussions.

At this moment, a matron raised her hand and spoke openly to question:

"The proposal is good, but the question is, how many fresh troops can be gathered from a gathering place of escaped slaves in Zeelandia? Even if they can barely gather a militia team, how can they survive under the endless harassment of beasts?

How long will it take, and how much supplies will it cost us in Gelthorne City, to be able to handle such an important task?"

Another plump and boldly dressed matron sneered, it was Matron Benjier, Agnes:

"I wonder if any of you here have realized that the number of slaves in our city of Gelthorn has been decreasing over the past five years?"

The face of the mistress who had just questioned him froze slightly, as if she realized that this was really the case.

"I just made some statistics a few days ago. The number of slaves in Gelthorn City has dropped sharply since five years ago. Even if slaves are added from all over the country every day, every once in a while, these slaves will

A little less.

"So, how did these slaves disappear and where did they go? You may not believe it. As of now, this number is conservatively estimated to be more than 20,000! 20,000! It is not enough to build a mere defense

Is it a small town?"

Even the matrons who had heard about this incident all showed shock and disbelief, "How is that possible!"

"But nothing is produced there, how can it feed so many people?"

"that is."

Seeing that the effect had been achieved, Benjir sneered and pointed at Dishana, who looked at the angle and looked ugly:

"Then you have to ask our dear Matron Jadir what she has done in the past five years. I sent a team of shadow dancers to Zeelandia overnight yesterday to investigate, and the results are still there until now.

No news at all.

“I don’t know where our Matron Jadir buried my dear shadow dancers!

"And you have cultivated so many private armies in the past few years! What do you want to do?"

After saying this last sentence, she pointedly looked towards the top of the parliament, the throne behind the curtain.

The ambition of a wolf is obvious!

Madam Benjier, I’ll see you soon!

At this moment, all eyes were focused on the pale Dishana.

"Everyone is watching what I do. How can I, a young mistress who has not yet secured her position, immediately covet the throne of Shadow Crown? Agnes, I, Dishana, recognize your move.

Yes, but I am still opposed in principle to the construction of the city."

"Is it useful for you to object?" Mother Benjier sneered, then turned to Christine on the stage and respectfully asked: "Please, Your Excellency, the Speaker, please issue a referendum vote on this proposal."

Madam Benjier looked at the silent Dishana with disdain and sneered.

'A little hooves who has just come of age and succeeded to the throne dares to fight with me! You are still a little young.'

Kristine thought for a moment, then said: "Let's summon Hogg, the lord of Zeelandia, to come in person first. Perhaps only he, as a lord, can better answer our questions. Moreover, even if it is a referendum, we

In principle, the lord’s consent is still required.”

All the matrons showed playful smiles

In the Jadir family mansion, Levi, who looked haggard, was enjoying breakfast out of boredom while waiting for the decision of today's meeting.

As a result, such a summons order came, and I couldn't help but feel confused.

"Summoned? Is there something wrong with me?"

Li Wei, who wanted to understand, said with a mocking look:
Chapter completed!
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