"..."
Looking at the manor lords, their faces full of expectation, listening to the words full of greed.
Including, just now, Devant, who had held an opposing view.
Jon couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart.
Sure enough.
Only sufficient interests can move this group of manor lords.
Jon raised his right hand, and the originally murmuring manor lords immediately sensibly shut their mouths, waiting for him to continue speaking.
Waiting for the conference room to quiet down, Jon extended his right palm and placed it on Devant's shoulder.
He asked, "Devonte Manor Lord, do you have any objections now?"
All the manor lords immediately stared straight at Devant.
Feeling the heavy power from his shoulder, Devant's mouth slightly opened.
Before he could speak, Zock sitting opposite him spoke first.
