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Few moments before the end of Shin and Immortal's battle, a few of the higher-ups of the Central Order were currently having an emergency meeting at their temporary commanding center.
"What are you talking about, Elrond! We can't go back on our words now. I already signed a contract with him!" shouted Legolas while standing up and slamming his hand on the wooden table.
Sitting across him was a player with a Half-elf race and seemed to be a mage given the clothes that he was currently wearing.
He smirked at Legolas after getting yelled at. "What's with the fuss, Legolas? We already told you – you don't have the right to agree with that kind of deal, to begin with. So, you can't argue with us right now."
"Are you not ashamed of asking for some help from an outsider? You are already quite shameless when you fool everyone that you defeated Immortal in a strategic battle, so you don't have the voice to complain right now."
