Chapter 55

Alford sighed and walked to his seat. The hall was wide, with a table in the middle, and round the seats, and a different, elegant chair at the end of the table for the president, on which no one had yet seated. The first, at the age of twenty-five, was comfortably propped up in a chair with red hair and gray eyes. The other sits in moderation, with brown hair, hazel eyes, and calm features, at the age of nineteen. Alford: "So...?" He passed his eyes between them. So the first said, scratching his head: "A group of scum has entered the palace." Alford snorted and looked at them in astonishment: "Really! How!? I have assigned a group to guard! I haven't received anything from them yet!? Zarya is he telling the truth?" Zarya nodded in agreement while he put his hands on his head feeling misfortune.. Alford mumbles: "The master will kill me." Knock on the door Shawn never disappointed. "I told him to bring coffee," said Alford quickly. Shawn rel