Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of Smith's severed head, held high by that master, with blood streaks dropping from it.
William's blood kept boiling, exploding inside with a fierce power and irresistible desire for revenge. An hour passed fast, and during which that lady did indeed do a miracle here.
She renovated the entire arena, forming a grand single arena with tons of seats. She didn't just stop there, added up the entire plaza, and even many streets around as well.
"I hope the lord of the city won't get mad in the end," she was doing this for the sole profit of the arena. She was, after all, the sole owner of the arena, inheriting it from her late mother.
She also added people directly from the plaza and streets inside the arena and scattered her people to collect and check on tickets.
