Root's voice was weak and he coughed twice.

If something like this happened in Baiyuan City, the empire would definitely send someone to investigate the cause. Fortunately, he had already cleared up the clues, and with the help of his backers, he finally covered up the truth.

Although this result caused the White Plains City hunters to lose their power, they retained their position as lord.

"My lord, what I mean is that you can consider replacing your position of lord with a blood relative of your tribe. Even if you are still a lord, the pressure in the palace will not disappear. My lord may not be able to withstand it all the time. And if you don't change the lord,

Baiyuan City will only have a vicious cycle..."

"I still have to think about it."

Root was perfunctory.

He has also seen the situation in Baiyuan City. If he wants to revive this "business", he also knows that replacing himself is the best choice.

But in the end, he still couldn't let go of the position of lord, and he planned to hold on to it... If he stopped being the lord, his status in the tribe would not be what it is now, and he couldn't bear to let it go.

Moreover, as time goes by, the impact of this incident will gradually fade away. Root feels that as long as he survives the most stormy stage and keeps a low profile as a lord in the future, there will always be a chance to recover.

As long as the position is still there, you have plenty of time!

At this time, Root remembered something and asked:

"By the way, when will your lord arrange a new secret guard for me?"

In the past six months, he has recruited some other blood guards, some of whom were transferred from the tribe.

But Root still lacks a sense of security and only hopes to have a secret guard who looks like a short-haired man again.

He thought that after the short-haired man died, the forces behind him would send a new person to take over his duties. However, more than half a year later, no one contacted him at all.

Hearing this, the messenger said helplessly:

"My lord, there is nothing you can do. That mysterious cooperative force has all disappeared. Even the secret guards around your lord have also said goodbye and left. Now I can't contact that group of people at all. I don't know what happened."

"That's...okay."

Root looked disappointed.

In the past six months, he has often had nightmares, dreaming of chinless Jason approaching him with a bloody knife. Every time he wakes up, he is covered in cold sweat, which is why he is so haggard now.

However, Jason is dead and the matter is over. No other hunter will attack him. He should be safe. He gathers so many guards just for psychological comfort...

Even if there is no secret guard, it should be okay, right?
Chapter completed!