Royal palace of Nethiloria....
Dylan sat in the conference room with Nethilorian ministers and nobles. Their debates on Nethi-Atlantan borders and the most recent illegal auction house incident were the talk of the day.
Dylan sat on his chair tapping his finger on his temple while hearing their ranting. A select few actually meant to carry out the justice over the incident.
One of the elders suggested a harsh punishment and keeping the slaves as servants while the others gave their opinions.
Dylan was patient. He wasn't the type to simply sigh over old men rambling and debating with each other.
Sometimes it was best to simply observe them. That's what always kept him composed. And they knew there was always a time limit he'd set for them.
"Your Majesty please spare the nobles and set an example of your mercy upon the citizens of Nethiloria." One of them a middle aged man spoke up.
Dylan's eyes shifted to the speaker.
