As Holder's voice just fell, a voice full of sarcasm immediately echoed in the conference room: "Heh, Saint Heir, you say so much, but is it useful? Don't tell us this useless nonsense. We've heard it enough. Standing on the moral high ground to judge others has no effect on us. We need to hear something practical."
Hearing these words, Holder's gaze swept toward a bald man in his forties or fifties sitting next to him, wearing a gray monk's robe. Holder's face turned somewhat gloomy: "Mr. Shankou Hongyi, what do you mean by this? I need a reasonable explanation from you; otherwise, our Church's Cross Expedition Army will not mind making a trip to your Tokyo."
"Hmph, Saint Heir, don't try to scare me with the Cross Expedition Army. The Cross Expedition Army is indeed fearsome, but unfortunately, Saint Heir, can you command them?"
