Gazing at the hordes of vagrants and quite a few Robber Knights passing through the city gates, Xabo, his face hidden behind a mask, turned and asked, "Have the other seven families believed it?"
A man dressed as a servant bowed his head in response:
"They've believed it, all thinking it was the Forty-Five Association's negligence in guarding the gates that let the vagrants kill their way in.
Those few parasites have sealed their watchtowers and are guarding the street entrances, likely preparing to act after dawn."
Confirmed that the other seven merchant oligarchs of Longbow Castle were still in the dark, Xabo's tightly furrowed brow relaxed.
Having mingled in Longbow Castle for decades, Xabo knew these Council of Sixteen members all too well.
He knew that these council families would certainly retract.
They might even secretly laugh at the Forty-Five Association for being ineffectual, needing them to come to the rescue tomorrow.
