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Chatper 130
Chatper 130
Chapter 130.
Daran kept his hands in his pocket, looking indifferent.
“Danton was dead?” he asked.
“Yes, Alpha Daran. It happened last night.”
“And that is the reason that you came banging at my door this early in the morning?” Daran said coldly,
“I am not interested. Go tell your King to leave us out of it.”
He moved to shut the door.
“A-Alpha Daran! Wait!” the soldier gasped, putting a hand on the doorframe to stop the door from
closing up. “The King demanded your presence at the Counseling
Hall. He said that it was urgent…”
“Demanded?”
Daran chuckled darkly, “Who gives him the right to demand me to do anything?”
The soldier gulped nervously, too scared to look at Daran in the eyes.
When the King ordered to bring Daran to the Counseling Hall, none of the soldiers was willing to take
up this difficult job.
If Daran refused to go with them, or if he was mad and decided to give them a hard time, there was
absolutely nothing they could do about it.
Yet they couldn’t obey the King’s order.
The soldier froze on his spot and hesitated.
The clicks of high heels on the hardwood floor came from their backs, breaking this awkward silence.
Everyone looked around and found Morgana making her way down. the hallway towards them.
“Lady Morgana!” the soldier gasped in joy.
He finally saw a savior who could rescue them from this predicament.
Morgana walked over and said to them with a polite smile, “The King is inviting the both of you to the ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
Counseling Hall.”
Daran crossed arms in front of his chest, “We are not going. Because it is none of our fucking
business.”
“Oh come on. Aren’t you interested in who killed that cocky prick Danton?” Morgana gave him a
searching look, “Or…do you know the murderer already?”
Daran’s face showed no sign of panic or nervousness, “How would I know? I am just not interested.”
“Well, just stop by and enjoy the drama then. It would be fun watching people point fingers at each
other.” Morgana shrugged, “Do you want me to beg you? Does saying ‘please’ help in this scenario?”
Daran frowned, looking impatient.
Janet stuck her head out and replied with a smile, “Fine, we will go. But give us a moment to get
changed.”
She dragged Daran back into the room and closed the door.
She dragged Daran back into the room and closed the door.
“Do you really want to go?” Daran asked Janet as she went into the room to freshen up. “It might get
ugly.”
“Sure, why not? Like Morgana said, it will be fun to watch the dog fight.”
Janet put her hair up into a high ponytail and grabbed a hoodie out of the closet and pulled it over her
head.
“Plus, if Lance is really growing suspicious of us, I want to be the first to know,” she said.
When they finished changing and walked out of the door, all the soldiers were gone. It was just
Morgana standing in the hallway, waiting for them.
“Where are those daunting soldiers?” Janet asked with a slightly sarcastic tone.
“I sent them away. It is a bit melodramatic to have a large crowd of soldiers escorting you two to the
Counseling Hall…This way please.”
Morgana led the way and accompanied them into the elevator.
She pressed the button and waited for the elevator door to close up before asking them in a low voice:
“Where are you last night?”
“In our room. Sleeping. Why?” Janet asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No reason…Just checking in,” Morgana chuckled. “I simply thought that we could use a little sincerity if
we were to form a collaborative relationship. So Janet, really, where were you last night?”
Janet didn’t answer that question right away. Instead, she asked, “If Lance accuses us of murdering
Danton later, will you take our side and defend us? Are you willing to challenge your King?”
Morgana narrowed her eyes, “At least up until now, I am still the King’s Cabinet Minister.”
Janet replied with a calm smile, “Well in that case, to answer your earlier question, we were indeed
sleeping in our room last night.”
She knew that Morgana was testing the water here.
She was not ready to trust Morgana completely just yet.
Yes, Morgana told them that Andre was the former Rogue King’s son and she helped them into the
masquerade ball, but that was still not enough.
For what was worth, Morgana could be acting on Lance’s order the whole time.
“What will it take for you to trust me, Janet?” Morgana asked coolly, “I already told you that I am willing
to help.”
“Maybe saying is not enough. You should do something to prove that,” Janet said.
Just then, the elevator stopped.
The door opened up to the Rogue’s Counseling Hall.
This hall looked grand and spacious. Vaulted ceilings soared high above, adorned with gilded
embellishments that caught the light of immense chandeliers. Marble
For what was worth, Morgana could be acting on Lance’s order the whole time.
“What will it take for you to trust me, Janet?” Morgana asked coolly, “I already told you that I am willing
to help.”
“Maybe saying is not enough. You should do something to prove that,” Janet said.
Just then, the elevator stopped.
The door opened up to the Rogue’s Counseling Hall.
This hall looked grand and spacious. Vaulted ceilings soared high above, adorned. with gilded
embellishments that caught the light of immense chandeliers. Marble pillars lined the periphery, framing
the immense space.
At the chamber’s heart sat a table of polished mahogany, ringed by velvet chairs.
What caught Janet’s eyes the moment she walked into the hall was the centerpiece of
that table-
A gigantic wolf’s head.
Its eyes rounded and its mouth wide open with sharp fangs exposed, looking as though it was
beheaded right in the middle of a furious howl.
Everyone by the table turned their heads around when Janet and Daran walked in.
The air was thick with an unspoken tension.
“Welcome!”
Lance stood up from his chair, smiling warmly, “Welcome to my Counseling Hall. You haven’t been here
before, have you? How do you like it?”
Daran took his seat opposite Lance and said in an indifferent voice, “Not bad.”
“And do you like my centerpiece?” Lance pointed at the large wolf head, “It belonged to an Alpha that I
killed on the battlefield. I chopped off his head and brought it back and made it into a sample. I think it
makes a nice ornament in my Counseling Hall. Don’t you think?”
Janet gritted her teeth in fury.
…That bastard.
Daran’s lips lifted into an icy smile, and he said, “It is nice. Maybe I ought to get one of these in my
pack as well…I think your head will do.”
There was an astonished gasp going around the table.
One guy slammed his hand against the table furiously. Yet when Daran turned to look at him, he quickly
looked down to avoid eye contact.
Lance waved his hand, “Calm down. Alpha Daran and I were joking around. In fact, the reason I invite
you here today is because of a tragic matter that happened last night.”
“Danton. We heard.” Janet said coldly, “But how is that our business?”
“Maybe…and I said maybe…you happen to know something about my general’s death?” Lance said
with his shrewd smile.
“How should we know? We didn’t even know how he died,” Janet snorted. “If he drowned himself in a
bathtub is that our problem as well?!
drowned himself in a bathtub, is that our problem as well?”
“General Danton died last night in drug abuse,” Morgana said.
“Oh, a drug addict,” Janet spread her hands. “Then you shouldn’t be too surprised. by his death.”
“Then
you need to question people who were with Danton last night, instead of interrogating us.”
Lance slightly narrowed his eyes, “Where were you last night, Alpha Daran?”
Daran let out a cold sneer. He pushed away the chair and stood up.
“This is feeling like an interrogation. I am not wasting my time on this,” he said freezingly. “Janet, shall
we?”
Janet nodded and followed him towards the door.
“Hold on a second.”
Lance stood up as well. His voice became dark.
“My position never changed,” said Daran ruthlessly. “Your head will make a great centerpiece on my
tea table.”
Lance’s nostrils flared with anger.
Then the next second, he started laughing, “So you are claiming that you were not with Danton last
night?”
Daran rolled his eyes impatiently and said nothing.
“Fine! Bring him in!” Lance snapped.
Janet frowned. Did they have a witness?
The door opened up and two soldiers brought in a peasant-looking man and threw him to the ground.
“Who am I speaking to?” Lance asked dauntingly.
The man shivered in fear, “M-My name is Gorden. I am a peasant.”
“Tell me what you saw last night.”
He cast a panicked glance at Janet and Daran.
“-These two killed General Danton!” he shrieked.