Hearing these words, the three inside straightened their backs as they waited for the representative to come.
"Like I've been saying for a long time, just kill that brat."
This was said by a man who had short grey hair and was wearing red armor.
The man next to him, who looked like he was the eldest of them all, raised his eyebrows and said, "You know why we don't want to do that. Drops of water form the ocean, and someone with his potential will definitely make a difference in the upcoming struggle."
An angry expression appeared on the first man's face on hearing this.
"Oh, shut up. We all know that you have a deal with that kid's master to help you retrieve your treasures. If I see you siding with him one more time, I'll petition that you should leave this meeting because your interests clearly lie elsewhere."
In a blur that was almost invisible, the old man flicked out his hand and made the other go silent because of the knife that was now on his throat.
