Oliver Patrick - Part 6

"I wish to meet him," Oliver said. "I wish to go to the Capital when Blackwell is summoned, and finally get a look upon the man that has caused too much trouble."

Verdant whirled in an instant, sensing danger. "My Lord, that wouldn't be—"

But the eyes of Oliver brooked no room for argument. Lounging on the floor next to the table, he had an aura of authority now that rivalled any King. Years of winning, and years of progress had built up an immutable confidence. That confidence became another weapon that made the aged Oliver Patrick so dangerous.