Chapter 601 Distribution of Spoils Two months have passed since Lucifer delivered the letter to the Grey family's spies.
Over the past two months, Milo, along with Anselmo and the Western coalition, has swept away various forces in the West, completely eradicating the remnants of the Mad Order.
Today, all Western powers are terrified of the term "mad cult" and regard it as a taboo word.
The Principality of Giscard d'Estaing.
A magnificent palace within the royal palace complex.
Deep within the palace, a spacious room was transformed by a magician into a conference room suitable for discussions among multiple people.
The meeting room has a trapezoidal structure, with concentric circles of round wooden tables descending one after another.
Milo and Anselmo occupied two of the three wooden chairs at the center and bottom of the room.
The leaders of other Western powers were evenly distributed behind the other round wooden tables in the conference room, with the more powerful figures positioned closer to the center.
The meeting room was completely silent, and it was easy to tell from the constantly shifting expressions in the eyes of the leaders of those factions that they were communicating with each other.
Da...da...da.
Just then, a rhythmic, crisp sound of footsteps on the marble floor came from the corridor.
Upon hearing this voice, many leaders immediately shifted their attention to the entrance of the conference room.
The footsteps grew louder as they approached the conference room.
The next moment, Lucifer, with a smile on his face, walked in lightly and silently from outside the conference room. He stood at the door of the conference room and scanned the people inside.
Many leaders lowered their heads as they looked at the strangely handsome man at the door, not daring to meet Lucifer's gaze.
This...this is the demon that killed that demigod messenger?
It really felt incredibly oppressive!
I really don't know how Lord Renn managed to get this demigod-level demon to obey his orders.
As the footsteps drew near, Renn, dressed in a black imperial nobleman's attire, walked from the corridor into the conference room.
After Ryan entered, the many leaders in the conference room dared to raise their heads and smile at him, sending a friendly signal.
Renn led Lucifer toward the center of the conference room.
Rein approached Milo and the other man, and greeted them with a smile:
"Guild Master, Elf King."
Milo smiled kindly, pointed to the empty chair among the three chairs and said with a smile, "We've been waiting for you, Renn. You deserve the most credit for this war against the Mad Order. Please sit down."
Lucifer stepped forward and pulled out a chair, and Ryan sat down.
After Ryan took his seat, Milo slowly rose from his chair and swept his wise and dignified eyes over everyone in the conference room.
Then his steady voice, amplified by magic, resounded throughout the meeting room:
"Gentlemen! Today we gather in the Duchy of Destan, a country that was once on the front line of the struggle against the Mad Order."
“It has been almost a year since that mad, chaotic shadow loomed over the entire West, bringing endless madness and chaos.”
"Finally, after more than a year, we first killed the heretic Kaspian of the Mad Cult, and then followed the clues to wipe out the remaining members of the Mad Cult."
"Now, that malignant tumor that everyone fears has been pulled out by our own hands!"
"This achievement belongs to everyone; it is our collective effort that has created this great victory!"
"However……"
Milo changed the subject, saying:
"The glory of victory deserves to be remembered at all times, but the fruits of victory also need to be shared by all of us. They are the cornerstones for rebuilding the West and consolidating our power!"
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