Murim Recurve Chapter 278
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None of the Clan members voiced any opposition. After all, even if they were to voice it, nothing would happen. Moreover, the decision wasn't made by their Clan Head. Even their Clan Head had no other choice but to follow orders.
So, if they were to voice their opposition, it would turn the entire Clan against them. After all, whether they liked it or not, they had to do it. Otherwise, they would be stripped of their authority and sent to the battlefield until the day of their deaths.
On seeing that no one opposed, the Clan Head spoke next, "Before we discuss about the dispatch orders, we need to head to the city gates and welcome the Harmoniser group that would become the new Burkurel Ju Clan."
"The new Burkurel Ju Clan?"
The crowd clamoured as the Clan Head nodded, "Indeed. They have been dispatched by the Sects to fill in the void. As for the group, they are weak for the time being, since most of them are Hatchling Harmonisers led by some veterans. They will be arriving today evening. So, we have to welcome them first."
"And after that," He spoke, expressing his distaste, "We have to gift them some resources so that they could stabilise themselves first. We have to then support them and guide them through everything in the place so that they could take up authority on everything the previous Burkurel Ju Clan had been managing."
"And, the warning we received was related to that." He muttered, "We mustn't ever try to claim anything that belongs to the Burkurel Ju Clan while taking advantage of this situation. If we were to do that, we would lose our authority."
"And, I'll say this now," The Clan Head's voice boomed, "If anyone were to exceed my orders, I'll exercise my authority to behead you then and there."
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Most of those seated on the seats began to sweat at his bold claim. After all, if he had explicably stated that, then he was bound to do it, no questions asked.
As for Re'Bah, she subtly frowned, noticing a glint in the eyes of the Central Lake Head. It seemed she was planning to use this chance to frame the West Lake and slaughter them legally. Though, Re'Bah had no intentions to see it happen.
After the Clan Head finished his addressal, his wife, the Central Lake Head took the turn to speak, stating in her usual cold tone, "Now, we'll first address the contributions and punishments of our members and dispatch them to village locations accordingly. First…"
She controlled her smile, calling out, "Burkurel Re'Kha,"
"Yes," Re'Kha stood up from her seat and cupped her fists, performing a bow.
On seeing that she was the first one that had been called, Re'Rak frowned, glaring at the Central Lake Head. He knew for a fact that she had done accordingly to maximise the blame on their West Lake.
But suddenly, Re'Bah mildly tapped on his hand, causing him to cool down as he noticed his wife's collected expression. Even though he knew for a fact that his wife was a calculative individual, if Re'Kha was plotted against, it was without a fact that their West Lake would be dragged down. So technically speaking, she wouldn't allow anything to happen to Re'Kha, even if it meant suffering a setback.
And considering that she was calm, it meant the situation wouldn't be damaging to their West Lake. And this meant Re'Kha would be safe. So, thinking along those lines, Re'Rak calmed down a little. Just a single action from his wife sparked numerous thoughts in his mind, displaying his complex nature.
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As a General, he wasn't new to schemes. Rather, his schemes were significantly vicious than what Re'Bah would concoct. After all, his enemies were the Treka, a foreign race. So, they never had to pull any punches and were as vicious as the word vicious could describe.
Therefore, even if it didn't seem like it, he could directly determine what went through the mind of the Central Lake Head. And upon noticing his stare, the Clan Head began to sweat internally. For, even he was a bit afraid of Re'Rak.
But, it seemed the Central Lake Head didn't care as she looked at Re'Kha, speaking, "Burkurel Re'Kha, you were lent Humming Waves to deal with the Blinded Ghost. But, not only did you fail the task, you caused the death of 6 Harmonisers, went missing for three months, and even lost the Magic Artifact. You caused our Clan tremendous losses. What do you have to say against this?"
"Let me recount what happened back then," Re'Kha stated calmly, looking at the Central Lake Head to see that she allowed her to speak. But judging by her posture, it was apparent that she had no intentions to let her off. The only reason she allowed Re'Kha to speak was to appear magnanimous.
But the moment the Central Lake Head had mentioned the death of 6 Harmonisers, Re'Kha could feel numerous glares directed on her, full of hatred. It was from the families of the dead Harmonisers. They too were part of the West Lake, but after the incident, they were in awkward positions.
The ones that died had betrayed the West Lake while their families were still part of the West Lake. Even though their betrayal hadn't been proved yet, as everyone from that incident had died except for Re'Kha, and she had vanished for three months and had only returned the day before, nothing could be proven yet.
So, a lot of undercurrents were brewing underneath as a result. And now that she had returned, she had become the target of their emotions.
Re'Kha cupped her fists and spoke, "We had been chasing the Blinded Ghost and had almost arrived at the Harara Forest when we were ambushed by another group of Harmonisers. Their identities were unknown while we fell victim to their attacks. We were outnumbered…"
"And coincidently, everyone died while you were the only one to survive," The Central Lake Head said with a mocking tone, gazing at Re'Kha from top to bottom, "And not to mention, you don't even have a scratch on you."
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