"You have an opinion about that, Watson?" Sylvan narrowed his eyes. His expression did not change, but his eyes were filled with danger.
"My opinion is that Lord Sylvan should go back to where he came from. We don't need your help to excavate the ruins. These ruins belong to Blackmoon Castle. I won't give you even a single hair, let alone a tenth of it."
Watson spoke with a puffed chest.
If it were in the past, he might have admitted defeat when he saw the border count. Back then, he did not have the strength, but things had changed. Even without the help of the astrologer, he could still fight against Sylvan with his two peak platinum-tier items.
Hiss.
