Chapter 983: Section 640: Wild Banquet (Part 2)_2
"No! My lord! You cannot kill him!" The Queen’s voice rang out behind Malin. Malin ignored her, reaching out to grip the handle formed by Mana, pushing Clovis aside: "Perhaps my recent show of weakness misled you into thinking I was someone too easygoing to confront. Even mortals seem to forget who they are facing. When I was cutting down a champion on the northern docks, where were all of you?"
"Malin, that man has served the royal family for seventy years." At this moment, Lulu spoke up.
Malin turned his head. By now, the steward, who had a short blade pressed against his neck, had stopped moving.
"Seventy years? How old are you?"
"A hundred and seven. I am a half-blood, born of humans and elves," the steward quickly replied, regaining his breath.
"At your age, there are some matters you have no business meddling in—and this time, you will be spared the death penalty. But cut out his tongue. He may seek a healer to restore it if he likes, I won’t object." With that said, Malin turned and pushed Clovis out of the dining hall.
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Watching Malin leave with his women, Constantine let out a deep sigh: "Your Majesty, it’s time you consider replacing your steward."