"Willow, I have the seniority here. You have no right to decide!" Lord Broma shouted in disagreement.
He was an old man with all of his hair turned white. Even with his age, his skin was flawless, and he walked straight. He had been a Lord-class long before Willow become one.
He was the true old man of Waterlake City. He was by all means older than Lerjan and anyone else.
"Broma, I have defeated you! In terms of strength, I have the right!" Lord Willow reacted.
Their faces tensed up, looking like they were about to use magic.
"I have a profound accomplishment in apothecary."
Lord White stared them down. By all accomplishments, he deserved the right to study the silver Sage Pills. He was unlike the two of them that was old and strong.
"White, you're forgetting you have not defeated me yet!" Lord Nirim interjected.
"For fuck's sake, Nirim! You have rejected my apothecary challenge so many times!"
"*Cough* Can I buy it?"
