"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.
