Still, Darryl did not panic. He half-smilingly looked at Marshall. “I’ve got to hand it to you, Commander-in-Chief of the garrison. You sure are powerful.”
Marshall ignored him and said to the Queen, “Your Majesty, he is truly despicable. He lied to you about knowing the beast language. I beg Your Majesty to give him the harshest punishment available.”
His eyes were dancing with glee as he said this.
The Queen remained impassive as she gave it some serious consideration. Suddenly, Darryl smiled and said to Marshall, “Your Excellency, I was only going along with you when you kept on saying I don’t know the beast language. This doesn’t mean what you said is true. Don’t you think it’s a little bit too much of you to ask the Queen to punish me when we haven’t even yet ascertained whether I really know the beast language?”
Marshall was slightly shocked. “You’re going to stick to your story?” he said with a cold smile.
“Of course,” replied Darryl nonchalantly.
Marshall was pissed at Darryl’s attitude. “Where’s your evidence? How can we believe you without any proof?” He then swept his eyes over the crowd. “Don’t you all think so?”
Those who were close with Marshall immediately showed their support.
“Yes, don’t just say it. Prove it!”
“Show us the evidence!”
Darryl furrowed his brow. ‘What is Marshall planning to do now?’
Marshall smiled triumphantly at Darryl’s expression. The next second, he said to the Queen in a respectful tone, “Your Majesty, don’t you think it’s reasonable for us to ask Darren to show us evidence of him knowing the beast language?”
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