The council staff reacted quickly.
As soon as Logan opened his mouth, Holt appeared in the banquet hall, smiling and trying to ease the tension: "Logan, you can't leave! Who's going to drink with me?"
While chatting, Holt even picked up a big barrel of alcohol and sat down across from Logan.
Seeing that Logan was so close to the council, the familiar tamers around him all turned pale.
Among them, the highest-ranking ones were just some guild leaders or vice-presidents of associations — ordinary people, not real officials.
Although their familiar rankings were high, their status and position were nothing compared to the federal council.
Logan glanced again at the familiar tamer and smiled at Holt: "Then let this guy leave. I should have that much influence, right?"
Logan's meaning was clear — if the council gave him the respect, he would stay.
If not, he'd leave right away, and the council's whole plan would fall apart.
