Upon seeing Gary Smith, Edward Han bent his knees and knelt on the ground, speaking in a raspy voice:
"Descendant of a sinner, I pay my respects to the great Mr. Smith!"
"I am not great, just on the correct path," Gary Smith shook his head, eyeing the old man before him with interest, "But I am quite curious, what means have you prepared in these twenty years?"
"The Dark Lord Association!" Edward Han answered honestly.
"Edward Han, are you thinking of reneging on our agreement?"
As soon as the words fell, an ice-cold voice rose, and the entirety of the Golden Throne's surroundings trembled, revealing massive walls of gold that formed an impenetrable cage, detaining the figure seated on the throne.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The next moment, a large number of figures clad in the black robes of the Dark Lord Association burst forth from the Royal Palace.
Leading them was Benjamin Harris!
