Chapter 828: Section 552: Vow (Part 2)
Marshal Constantine sat in the conference room, his arms crossed over his chest, watching generals with different viewpoints fervently arguing on both sides of the long table.
These two factions, one believed that Lord Malin Gaiate was their great Savior, a Savior sent by the Deity, who had united all the races that could be united. Now even the least cooperative Dwarven clans in the northern provinces of the Northern Kingdom had agreed to dispatch troops to help their human brethren.
The other faction thought Malin Gaiate was a disaster, his emergence had split the entire army. Now those poor folk, peasants and people of other races had rallied to his side, and soon there might be incidents within the army where soldiers would not recognize their company leaders, and company leaders wouldn’t recognize their battalion commanders. Afterwards, it was feared that once the Tide of the Dead ended, these folks would gather together and rebel.
Neither side could persuade the other, so the end result was just a waste of time arguing.
"Marshal Constantine, won’t you say something?" Link from the Svenson family leaned forward and asked.
"Let them tire themselves out first," Constantine didn’t want to play peacemaker. As for these two factions, he believed as long as no lives were taken, they could fight however they wanted.
"I understand." The young man took two steps back and stood behind Constantine in silence.
Hmm, a fine lad, Constantine thought internally. This young man was someone Constantine had recently come to value highly, much like his own brother, intelligent, sensible, knew when to advance or retreat, and most importantly—he had connections with Malin.
Constantine differed from Sergei and Cameron, those two old fellows were trapped in the vortex of commercial dealings, but Constantine never involved himself in those matters; he was the Marshal of the Kingdom, not one of those peddlers quarreling over every penny.
No matter how much you earned, when you are of no use to the King, being replaced is only a matter of time.
By comparison, finding ties that connect was the opportunity Constantine most wanted; he had already made modest acquaintances with Malin. Last time over bread, he even chipped a tooth just to establish a connection and stand completely with Malin.
As a Marshal with a keen political sense, Constantine acutely felt the significance—the King Manheim inviting Malin to mentor his youngest child, and old Hagelberry from the Hagelberrys even gave away the only child born in the Purple Chamber from their third generation.