"Jonas Brandon, dead?"
Everton Davenport found it hard to believe.
The palace had top-notch security measures, and accidents were unheard of.
Even now, with foreign guests visiting, everyone who entered The North Sea was registered and present in the Eight-direction Palace.
No one left at any point.
Even when Granny Xihua went to negotiate with the Arhat of Homicide, she was accompanied by attendants of The North Sea—leaving the royal court.
Oracio Martin's death had already shocked him.
Now, the formidable Military Governor of The North Sea, Jonas Brandon, had died too?
Everton Davenport could no longer sit still!
He stood up, walked to the center of the great hall, and single-handedly picked up the blood-stained arrow.
It was Solaris Grove's specialized arrow.
Forged from pure steel, it bore The North Sea's unique dragon pattern.
"Has it been verified?"
Everton Davenport asked coldly.
