Chapter 1283: Chapter 123 The Calm Before the Storm

“Isn’t Commander Fairchild transporting military supplies in the southern region?” Amadeus Fairbanks raised his head, leaning back in his chair, his middle finger slowly tapping the tabletop: “Why the sudden return?”

“Pavilion Master! Last night, the war council decided after deliberation that Commander Fairchild should first ensure the supply of materials on the island. Thus at dawn, the orders were given, and the Invincible started to return.”

A man dressed in a grey robe stood up, holding a document, and walked over to Amadeus Fairbanks: “We were afraid of disturbing your rest, Pavilion Master. After the war council consultation, we decided to report to you during the day.”

“Oh? A nighttime consultation, isn’t that plotting a revolt?”

Amadeus Fairbanks took the meeting minutes and smiled as he asked.

At this question, many people’s faces changed drastically.

But they quickly masked it.

Old hands at the game, skilled at keeping their composure — it wasn’t hard to do.

“The Pavilion Master must be joking.”

The face of the man delivering the document turned pale instantly, his palms sweat-drenched.

Being closest to Amadeus Fairbanks, he felt the greatest pressure and was the most anxious.

And around the round table, everyone was contemplating what to do if things were to be exposed.

The fate of traitors was death.

As for the method of death, it was too horrifying for them to even imagine.

“I was just kidding.” Amadeus Fairbanks held the document, carefully reviewing it.

As he looked over the meeting records, he said: “You work through the night, thank you for your hard work.”

Hearing his words, the people present felt a huge relief.

“Of course. We are committed to our duties, fearing only to fail the Pavilion Master’s expectations.”

“Changes in the battleground are swift and numerous, the war council must be vigilant day and night, dare not delay the war effort.”

Several of the war council elders quickly spoke out to show their loyalty.

On many faces, a relieved expression could be seen.

Completely opposite to their previous tension.

A scare for nothing.

“I’ve looked over the meeting records, and your concerns are completely valid. However, since Leopold Fairchild has returned to Migration Island, why not invite him in.”

Amadeus Fairbanks closed the document, addressing the crowd: “The southern combat has continued for over a year, at noon I’ll hold a banquet, to treat you and Commander Fairchild. Colleagues, you’ve worked hard!”

After finishing his sentence, he stood up, bowing deeply.

“Long live the Pavilion Master!”

The elders all stood up straight, returning the bow.

“Meeting adjourned!”

After a slight nod from Amadeus Fairbanks, he straightened his clothes and swiftly left the western-style building.

Coming and going like the wind.

The Pavillion elders were long accustomed to such a decisive and efficient style.

“Master Brandon, Master Cook, Elder Ridge, you three stay. The rest, the meeting is adjourned!”

At the round table, as the white-haired elder’s voice fell, unrelated persons promptly left their seats.

In the vast hall, only four remained.

“Is everything in readiness at Commander Fairchild’s end?”

The white-haired elder speaking was Olivia Warm, the supreme commander of the Willson Pavilion war council.

The role of the war council was to coordinate Willson Pavilion’s external military engagements.

Including naval, land, and air forces, all were to participate in combat under the war council’s direction.

“I’ve received news, Commander Fairchild’s ship is filled with many Assassins. And the Marshal is coming along to help us assassinate Amadeus Fairbanks!”

Ellis Ridge gently touched his neck: “Everything is under control.”

“Amadeus Fairbanks’s earlier words really gave me a scare,” Olivia Warm took out a handkerchief from her bosom and lightly wiped the sweat from her forehead, smiling: “Luckily, he suspected nothing. Had there been a fight, the situation would have surely spiraled out of control.”

Migration Island is the Willson Pavilion headquarters, and there are many who are loyal to Amadeus Fairbanks.

Even if Olivia Warm and some of her faction choose to revolt, many strong figures on the island still remain loyal to Amadeus Fairbanks.

To launch a coup, one must wait until Leopold Fairchild, the Marshal, and the others land on Migration Island before making a move.

“But with Amadeus Fairbanks dead, who will be the new Pavilion Master?” Ellis Ridge looked at Olivia Warm with some dissatisfaction, saying, “The Marshal is being vague, clearly trying to shirk responsibility. A change in leadership at Willson Pavilion benefits Deep Cold the most! Yet at such a critical juncture, he doesn’t even dare to make his position clear!”

“Exactly! Olivia Commander is the best candidate for Pavilion Master! But it seems the Marshal is more inclined towards Leopold Fairchild. When it comes to ranks within the pavilion, isn’t Leopold Fairchild, though a naval General, supposed to follow Olivia sir’s commands?” Ethan Brandon, as the head of the bright hall and a student of Olivia Warm,

has been serving under Olivia Warm since joining Willson Pavilion.

The bright hall does not deal with external affairs, but is responsible for the security of Migration Island.

It’s safe to say that most of the island’s defense forces are at Ethan Brandon’s disposal.

“After all, Leopold Fairchild is just navy. To overthrow Amadeus Fairbanks, one must rely on the island’s force. Since you all support me, is there any doubt about the outcome? I don’t care what Marshal or Leopold Fairchild says! Once Amadeus Fairbanks is killed, I’ll eliminate them all!”

Olivia Warm’s eyes narrowed, his words filled with murderous intent.

Great success often comes at a heavy price.

To sit in the seat of Pavilion Master at Willson Pavilion, one must be ruthless.

No mercy.

“Master Cook, why don’t you say something?”

After calming his emotions a bit, Olivia Warm looked towards Asher Cook.

“I’ll do whatever Olivia Commander tells me to do,” Asher Cook said with a smile, quiet and reticent.

“Old Cook, are you a bit scared due to excessive nervousness?” Ethan Brandon slapped Asher Cook’s shoulder, jokingly said, “It’s normal, it’s my first time rebelling too.”

“Heh.” Asher Cook didn’t speak, instead he lowered his head and continuously fiddled with his fingers.

“To be honest, I’ve recently made the acquaintance of a Mr. Reed. This person is the son-in-law of The North Sea and has secretly communicated with me, planning to help me replace Amadeus Fairbanks.” Olivia Warm took out a letter from his bosom and slammed it on the table: “The North Sea wants to establish its authority, aiming to target Deep Cold, and thus wants to form an alliance with my Willson Pavilion.”

“That means…”

Upon hearing the words, ‘The North Sea’s son-in-law,’ Ethan Brandon’s bouncing legs abruptly stopped.

“Of course, I will not cooperate with anyone. But I have already replied, asking The North Sea’s fleet and Deep Cold to have a decisive naval battle. And we, we will reap the benefits of the fishermen,” Olivia Warm pushed the letter in front of the three: “Once Leopold Fairchild makes a move, we’ll act according to the plan.”

After saying this, he stood up and left the conference room with big strides.

Leaving the three silent behind.

“Remember to destroy it.”

Ethan Brandon didn’t touch the letter but stood up and left as well.

“Don’t leave any evidence behind.”

Ellis Ridge also reminded before leaving with a heavy heart.

Shred!

After the two left, Asher Cook tore up the envelope, crumpled it into a ball.

He lit it, turning the ashes into a waste bin.

At the same time!

Outside Migration Island, fifty miles away,

There was a line of warships.

On the largest warship, a golden dragon flag fluttered!

The symbol of The North Sea!

On the deck, stood three people.

Two men and one woman.

One man and one woman wore masks.

Quite conspicuous.

“Night Fairy, now that we’re heading to Willson Pavilion, we will finally meet Mad Dragon again,” Templeton Lena said with a golden mask on, sounding somewhat excited, “It’s been a while, I really miss Mad Dragon.”

“I feel the same way,” Venassa Pine, who also wore a mask, agreed on the side.

The two looked out across the sea, filled with emotion.

“Remember, his identity now is The North Sea’s son-in-law, King of the South, protecting Mage, commanding guard of the royal court, Right Minister, and General Whitaker, The North Sea’s naval commander–Jorvik Reed. If the words ‘Mad Dragon’ reach anyone’s ears, you know the consequences.”

Night Fairy, disguised as a man, wore The North Sea naval armor and was holding a looking glass.

Her expression was indifferent.