"Thank you, my lord; I was only able to accomplish this because of your constant support," replied the Werewolf.
"You have done great, and I will see that you are properly rewarded," said the Black Sharkman Fasra and tuned to two peak Grandmasters behind it.
"Appraise them and sort them; I want the detailed record on their constitution and hope there won't be a mess like the last time," ordered the Black Sharkman and left with the Werewolf while the two peak Grimms looked at it with fear.
There was a clear warning, and these two know the warning of Black Sharkman enough to understand it did not issue the empty threats.
The two peaks Grimms brough a team of ten peak Masters, and in front of them is a three-meter disk. I know what this disk is; it is an extremly rare constitution measuring artifact; Pyramid has one of such disks, while these bastards have at least ten.
"Begin!"
