A man in his 30s with short brown hair.
It was quite impressive that he had grown his mustache long.
Abel immediately recognized the identity of his opponent.
The Senate's right-hand man, Stephen Kehoe.
The Kehoe family was also a long-standing pillar of the Duchy of Crawford.
Originally a place that produced loyal vassals, it was now nothing more than a dog of Soltree.
If you tell it to bark, it barks, and if you tell it to bite, it bites.
"There wasn't even any discussion before then?"
"How can I prove it?"
"I guess I should ask His Majesty the Emperor and Prince Crawford. Shall I invite you to the Empire?"
"T-That kind of… … ."
When the names of the two were mentioned, Stephen Kehoe immediately bristled.
Abel looked around at the elders with a sly smile.
In fact, this kind of argument was meaningless.
Because he had already found solid evidence.
That was why he started this fishing show in the first place.
