These words caused an uproar among the attendees of the memorial service, though not among the club members. This conclusion had already been reached at a meeting (the one Pascal had missed).
Maxim held his hands out, gesturing for quiet. He had the air of a natural-born leader, his resolute eyes conveying a sincere, convincing Magic Power. The simple gesture silenced the entire crowd. Even those who didn't know him fell completely silent, waiting for the deceased's distinguished colleague to continue.
"Our conversation from earlier this month is still fresh in my mind. Ladies and gentlemen, when a champion of the weak wins a great victory against the powerful, how does he act? There was no gloating. I saw only Mr. Meixie's composure and wisdom as he confided in me his deep worries for the Kingdom.
