"Please wait a moment."
Just at that moment, an untimely voice sounded from outside the square.
This statement made everyone pause, and they couldn't help but look in that direction. They saw that suddenly there was a commotion on the outskirts of the square, where the crowd seemed to be shoved apart, revealing rows of brightly armored guards.
The Old Speaker squinted his eyes at the sight of these guards.
He recognized them as the Praetor's elite guards.
And among the guards, indeed, it was the current Praetor of Fanric—a man sitting on horseback, dressed in noble robes, looking extremely smart and capable.
John Roniel, Count Fanric.
As soon as he appeared, he took a scroll from within his robe and slowly unrolled it, saying:
"This is a hand order signed by the Prime Minister."
