Chapter 1286: Chapter 1286: Mediation

“Master Brandon, what is the meaning of this?” Leopold Fairchild instinctively stepped back, gripping his sword tighter and tighter.

“According to the treaty we made, you should support me as Pavilion Master!”

He pointed angrily at Ethan Brandon: “And now, you dare to renege?”

Half a month ago, after receiving an invitation from the Marshal, several key members of Willson Pavilion gathered to discuss the overthrow of Amadeus Fairbanks.

At that meeting, the Marshal proposed that the naval General Leopold Fairchild be appointed as Pavilion Master, responsible for the reconstruction of Willson Pavilion.

Olivia Warm, the leading force within the Pavilion, raised no objections at the time.

But now, seeing that Amadeus Fairbanks was in mortal danger, Ellis Ridge killed Olivia Warm directly to take his place?

“Leopold Fairchild, you dared to betray the Pavilion Master and lead troops in rebellion! According to the rules of Willson Pavilion, you should be hacked to death with disordered knives!” Ethan Brandon chuckled softly, his left hand resting on his sword hilt, “Betrayal comes with a price!”

“Betray the Pavilion Master? Haven’t you also betrayed?” Leopold Fairchild asked through gritted teeth.

“Sorry, I am now the Pavilion Master,” said Ellis Ridge with a slight smile.

“Charge!”

As soon as Ethan Brandon’s voice fell, nearly a hundred Willson Pavilion guards swarmed up and clashed with the navy.

As the Pavilion Lord of Migration Island, he nearly controlled all the defensive forces on the island.

Those staunchly supportive of Amadeus Fairbanks had already been put under house arrest by him.

The rest were his own confidants.

The navy excelled in naval warfare, but once on land, their combat effectiveness was far inferior to that of the guards.

The guards on Migration Island were all elite; Amadeus Fairbanks particularly valued the security of the island, thus all the guards were painstakingly selected.

In just three minutes, the naval forces were almost completely annihilated.

Only Trace Carmichael, covered in blood, was left beside Leopold Fairchild.

“Ethan Brandon, you breach trust and forsake righteousness. Aren’t you afraid of the Marshal’s retaliation?” Leopold Fairchild, holding his continuously bleeding arm, cursed angrily. “Even if I die, it won’t be your turn to sit as Pavilion Master!”

“Is that so?”

Ethan Brandon looked at Leopold Fairchild with a smirking smile, his words carrying disdain: “Whether I sit or not is my business. But you, today, are undoubtedly going to die!”

“Wait!”

Just as he drew his knife, preparing to act.

A group of people, clearly different from Willson Pavilion, quickly ran to the front of the Pavilion Main House.

“General of the Deep Cold, Anthony.” The newcomer placed his right hand on his left shoulder, bowing slightly.

“Anthony?” Ethan Brandon asked guardedly: “Deep Cold?”

“Indeed! By the Marshal’s orders, we have come to take Amadeus Fairbanks away. Also, General Leopold Fairchild will assume the position of Pavilion Master,” Anthony stated arrogantly.

“Haha!”

Hearing this, Leopold Fairchild burst into laughter, pointing at Ethan Brandon’s nose: “Hear that? Kneel and kowtow now, and this General might spare your dog’s life!”

Fortunately, Deep Cold arrived in time; if even half a minute later, I’d probably be dead for sure.

Thinking of Ethan Brandon’s treachery, betraying them at a crucial moment, his rage grew even more intense.

“Deep Cold is overreaching!” Ethan Brandon said displeased: “This is an internal affair of Willson Pavilion, who becomes Pavilion Master isn’t something your Marshal can dictate!”

Deep Cold and Willson Pavilion were organizations of the same rank, but now they had the audacity to appoint a new Pavilion Master?

It was a joke.

It was a bit too much to not take Willson Pavilion seriously.

“Moreover, we have already formed an alliance with the King of the North Sea. Come, send the Marshal’s men off the island!” Ethan Brandon waved grandly, and the guards immediately surrounded them.

“Remember, this is Migration Island, not your Deep Cold headquarters base!”

After finishing, Ethan Brandon looked at Leopold Fairchild triumphantly: “Commander, you are somewhat greedy. Isn’t being a five-star general enough for you?”

“You…”

Leopold Fairchild’s face was as grim as water.

If Deep Cold’s men were driven away, he would undoubtedly die today!

“Sorry.”

Facing the encirclement, Anthony looked relaxedly at Ethan Brandon: “My Deep Cold fleet has already reached the outskirts of Migration Island. If you do not hand over Amadeus Fairbanks and let Commander Fairchild become the new Pavilion Master.”

Saying this, he pushed away the Willson Pavilion guard blocking his path, and coldly continued: “My Deep Cold artillery will turn the entire Migration Island into ruins!”

“You…”

Ethan Brandon pointed at Anthony, his face drastically changing: “You dare!”

“Commander Fairchild’s navy has already pledged allegiance to Deep Cold. Tell me, does Willson Pavilion still have any forces that can stop Deep Cold’s artillery?”

Anthony stood with his hands clasped behind his back, speaking softly, “Boom!”

After speaking, his face was brimming with confidence.

“My navy?” Leopold Fairchild was equally surprised.

“Sorry.” Anthony turned to look at Leopold Fairchild: “To demonstrate Commander Fairchild’s sincerity, the Marshal has already taken control of the navy. But rest assured, only you are capable of being the Pavilion Master.”

“You’re tricking me?”

Leopold Fairchild narrowed his eyes, his expression solemn.

His own naval forces, completely taken over without him noticing?

Losing the navy meant that Willson Pavilion lost its pathways for outings.

For the headquarters located in the ocean, this was extremely deadly!

It meant that, for a while, they would be utterly unable to contend with Deep Cold.

But now that things have come to this!

Secure the position of Pavilion Master first.

“Deep Cold’s reach is far too long!” Self-proclaimed Pavilion Lord Ellis Ridge clenched his fists, hesitated for a moment, then spoke, “Under the same conditions, I agree to all your terms. Can this win Deep Cold’s support?”

“Of course.”

Anthony’s words were like a bucket of cold water, drenching Leopold Fairchild.

“Good! As the Pavilion Lord representing Willson Pavilion, I will gift the navy to Deep Cold, demonstrating our sincerity!”

Ellis Ridge made up his mind.

Migration Island wasn’t big.

If it were really bombarded, no one would survive.

“Pu-tsch!

Before Ellis Ridge could make a move, Trace Carmichael, standing next to Leopold Fairchild, thrust a sword through Leopold Fairchild’s back!

“Pavilion Lord Carmichael, congratulations to Pavilion Lord Ridge!”

Thud!

Trace Carmichael pulled out the Longsword and knelt on one knee.

Next to him, Leopold Fairchild died without ever expecting someone to strike him from behind.

Especially not a brother who had traveled with him by boat.

“Haha!”

Ellis Ridge was in high spirits.

“Pavilion Lord Carmichael, since you understand the greater good, I still regard you as a brother!” he waved grandly, pointing at Amadeus Fairbanks sitting on the ground: “Take this man away, deliver him to the Marshal!”

Just as the words ended, several Deep Cold Assassins walked over, seized Amadeus Fairbanks, and prepared to leave.

“Wait!”

When Anthony checked and confirmed it was indeed Amadeus Fairbanks, ready to leave.

Two more people approached the front of Pavilion Main House.

“Who goes there!”

Seeing two strangers, Ellis Ridge asked cautiously, “State your names!”

“Willson Pavilion, at Deep Cold’s command!”

The newcomer was Templeton Lena.

He pulled out something resembling a royal decree from his bosom, unfolded it, and cleared his throat.

“By the command of the North Sea Prince Consort, King of the South, Protector Mage, Commander of the Imperial Guards, Right Minister and General Whitaker, and Naval Commander of the North Sea Imperial Court–Jorvik Reed came to mediate between Deep Cold and Willson Pavilion’s conflict. Now, the following command is issued: From the reading of this mediation decree, neither party may engage in any conflict. All Deep Cold forces must immediately leave the island, and all members of Willson Pavilion must return to their posts, ceasing all actions. And Pavilion Lord Amadeus Fairbanks will be under our protection!”

Snap!

Templeton Lena closed the mediation decree and threw it at Anthony.

“Why does the North Sea interfere in Deep Cold’s affairs?” Anthony asked gloomily, somewhat displeased: “Taking away Amadeus Fairbanks was the Marshal’s intention.”

“Didn’t you understand me?”

Templeton Lena coldly said: “This is an order, not a request! Leave!”