Chapter 45: Political Leverage
Once the administrator mentioned Allen's name, Ambrose realized what had happened.
The Lyon Empire was far more heavy-handed than he'd expected. This was something that could've been settled with a little gold—but they just had to take the most extreme approach.
That editor-in-chief, James Watson, clearly didn't give a damn about his son's life.
The orc barkeep froze at the question. He hadn't even spoken yet when his eyes flicked, almost involuntarily, toward Ambrose.
The young administrator caught the glance immediately. He turned, his sharp gaze fixed on Ambrose. "So you're involved too," he said coldly. "Come. You drink as well."
He placed two vials of potion on the counter.
This administrator wasn't making a request, but issuing a command. There was no room for negotiation.
In Alkhemia, an administrator's word was law. To defy it was to defy the very order of the city.
Gareth gave a dry laugh. He turned to Ambrose, "Hey, need me to step in?"