The Duke frowned when he noticed the atmosphere had grown tense and waved his hand. "Alright. Stop with the noise!"
When the Duke spoke, both Albert and Jameson kept quiet and stepped aside.
The next second, the Duke pondered and slowly said, "This is all about the prestige and survival of the Day Rise Principality. Let me think about it carefully. All of you may leave!"
The Duke was caught in a dilemma. He felt annoyed and irritable.
"Yes, My Lord!" the mayors present responded in unison before they left the hall one by one.
Jameson's eyes flickered, but he did not leave the hall.
After everyone left, Jameson stepped forward.
"My Lord! Are you really not going to hand Darren over? If the five Principalities launch an attack at us, we wouldn't be able to resist it,” he said respectfully to the Duke.
"Of course I know this, but Darren is now knighted and part of the Day Rise Principality. If I hand him over to the five Principalities, how will I rule this Principality in the future? Who would be convinced of my leadership?" the Duke said helplessly, sighing.
Jameson smiled faintly. "It turns out that you’re worried about this. How about this? When Darren comes back, let me take care of this matter."
"You’ll take care of this matter?" The Duke was stunned.
Jameson nodded. "Yes, I’ll think of a way to catch hold of Darren and hand him over to the five Principalities. At that time, I will claim that it was my decision to do so. My Lord, you won’t have to be worried about your reputation being damaged."
The Duke pondered for a moment and then nodded. "Well, then do as you say!"
Duke did not want to surrender Darren, but there was no way out. He had to agree to it to avoid war.
…
Meanwhile, Darryl had finally arrived at the capital city of the Day Rise Principality after two hours of flying.
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