However, everyone knew that Fadhil's position at this table was the most important.
No one can compare to Fadhil except Saladin.
Ministers arrived one after another. Some of them rushed in from home and did not even have time to put on their clothes.
Some looked like they hadn't slept all night, with dark circles under their eyes and a tired look.
Of course, most of them looked nervous, constantly whispering with their neighbors, exchanging various speculations and concerns.
"His Majesty Fadhil summoned us here in such a hurry this morning. What happened?"
"I don't know. I don't feel good either."
When all the ministers and generals had entered, Fadhil appeared on time.
At this moment, he stood tall and straight, without any of the weakness and hesitation he had shown late last night.
The general who was on guard last night just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Fadhil.
He knew very well that the Fadhil he was familiar with had returned.
Then, Fadhil sat down at the head of the table and looked around at everyone.
"Thank you all for arriving on time. I called you all together this morning to discuss something that requires immediate notification and a decision."
His opening was very direct, without any politeness or nonsense.
Everyone present immediately focused their attention, and the whispers in the hall stopped abruptly.
"I'd like everyone to take a look at this."
Fadhil signaled his servant to open the wooden box and take out two letters.
"Everyone should remember that yesterday, I sent two emissaries to the rebel camp for peace talks."
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