Imperial City, Golden Castle Palace, Imperial Conference Hall.
Becky sat at the head of the table, coughing from time to time. His face was tired, sallow, and clearly unhealthy. Occasionally, he reached out to massage his chest. His heart was not feeling too good.
Ever since Bill defected, Becky had been furious. However, the change in the independence of the tribe left him with no time to recuperate. These days, he could only force himself to give orders and deal with the situation. His body had never fully recovered.
The other ministers sat upright in their seats. Among them, the seat of the Privy Chancellor was empty. This was Roman's seat.
Becky glanced at the only empty seat and snorted.
"Have you found out Roman's whereabouts?"
"There's no news yet," a minister said carefully.
"Once you find him, tell me immediately. I'll kill him!"
Becky gritted his teeth.