"Master, one day, I will defeat him."
When had this boss from the death arena ever been weaker than anyone else?
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The Grand Duke of Frostwolf in Solan City slowly leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest in the City Lord's Mansion. He received the servant's report that the Violet Merchant Association Chamber of Commerces's carriage had left.
Christy looked at the empty archway with a silly smile on her face.
She pondered about something interesting.
A seventy-year-old butler was in the room other than the two figures. White hair shrouded his head. He dressed meticulously.
A long silence had passed.
The seventy-year-old butler said slowly, "Grand Duke, aren't we agreeing too quickly?"
The Grand Duke of Frostwolf in Solan City closed his eyes. He replied softly but did not open them.
"What should we do? What is your opinion?
