At the other end of the spire hall, a man about thirty years old was sitting.
He was dressed in a cyan and white robe with a three-tier flame symbol at the collar, his features sharp, greasy black hair evenly draped down from both sides, a massive hooked nose, and his eyes were cold and profound.
"Lord Gula."
He said indifferently.
"How are things?"
Manolo Bana bowed slightly, "Your Excellency Jon, Theodore is gravely ill, his mind unclear, he made a very foolish move, we are assured of victory."
Jon's cold black eyes looked at him.
"Lord Gula, before I truly inherit the throne of the Fire King, it's premature to claim victory."
Manolo Bana smiled, "Rest assured, Wolfgang von Jon, your name will be engraved upon the King Artifact. Your soul trait strength far surpasses the other competitors, and your wise ideology is the correct path for the future of Trolian. Under your guidance, humanity can achieve true peace."
Jon said coldly, "Let's hope so."
