He said as he approached the table and took a seat, his face looked at Silas, sitting across each other.
Oliver has a few wrinkles on his eyebrows and forehead, while Silas is still young and full of vigour.
An old fox and a two faced serpent.
'Why do you summon me from my castle?' This time Oliver said directly, they do not beat around the bush anymore.
Rarely people dare summon him. Other than the Emperor and the Imperial Family, no one will summon him.
Looking at Silas, Oliver smiles a bit. In a way, the man that propels Silas to his current position is him.
Of course he feels a little proud of this.
To think that scholar could reach this kind of position. The world truly has changed.
'What are you doing in the Palace, Oliver? I heard of the rumors. I know that a faction has arisen from your effort.' Oliver sit there, like the one in the news is unrelated to him.
Silas look at Oliver and release a long sigh