Chapter 917: The night had just begun

BAM!

Miguel, London, and the members of the council were sent flying outside the great hall. They all crashed into the wall, landing violently in the courtyard. 

"Ugh…" Miguel picked himself up, grunting at the slight pain in his back. When he sat up and looked around, he realized they landed in the courtyard. 

"Damn it!" Miguel punched the ground. 

"There's no point in that, Count Miguel." London huffed, assisting himself to get back on his feet. "Do not let your emotions sway you or get them over your head. At the end of the day, we must do what we must do and focus on the things that will make us useful."

London took a deliberate pause. "You know for sure what I meant by that, Count. Even if you are a Rothschild and even if I am a Leviticus, we are nothing but a speck of dust against Abel Grimsbanne."

It was hurtful, but that was the truth.