The Sherwood home in Valerium.
Over the past few days, Master Sherwood's hair had been falling out in clumps; he was nearly bald.
They were caught in a terrible dilemma. On one side were the allied families, with whom they could not break their pact. On the other side was Iris Dalton, the inheritor of the Sherwood Clan. They couldn't abandon their legacy for the alliance, nor could they throw away the alliance for their legacy. Who could tell him what choice the Sherwood Family was supposed to make?
Seeing the Great Elder standing nearby, Master Sherwood said anxiously, "Don't just stand there. Think of something."
The Great Elder remained expressionless. "What can I possibly do? News from the sea says that among the detained guests, nearly a thousand belong to the Twelve Noble Clans." Even the Sherwood Family had sent fifty or sixty people.
Master Sherwood's mouth twitched. "Nancy Monahan is a lunatic!" This time, she had truly kicked a massive hornet's nest.
