Behind Harlan stood Berthold, who had long been expelled from the sect.
At this moment, Berthold was dressed in a black brocade robe, wearing a crown. His eyes were deep and his face bore an expression of arrogance. Even though he had been expelled from the sect, even in the presence of these elders, Berthold remained expressionless.
“Mr. Garrido, now that you hold the reins of power and have welcomed back Mr. Berthold, anyone who disobeys should be directly imprisoned. As for Mr. Moreau, lock him up for thirty years,” suggested a slender elder, flattering Harlan.
“Exactly, now the entire Violet Flame Sect follows your orders. Even if Mr. Barclay and the rest are unhappy, they wouldn’t dare to do anything. Are they bold enough to rebel?” echoed another elder.
After hearing this, Harlan didn’t utter a word. Instead, his gaze shifted toward the last elder. The man was portly, and his eyes were slightly closed.
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