Rotten Man: ?
"Look at what you're saying, is that not being a stranger?"
"Can I not agree?"
"Do I fucking dare not?"
Facing Silver Baron, who was obviously taking sides, Rotten Man felt it was very difficult.
Clearly, once the contract was signed, Silver Baron no longer had the facade of amicability and began actively looking for trouble.
If Rotten Man were to express dissatisfaction or outright refuse the proposal, Silver Baron would certainly drag him into further discussion.
"I can."
Rotten Man slowly stated.
He had to agree; there was no other choice.
And in fact, he was not afraid.
Because he knew what Annan's trump card was.
"The Book of the Celestial Chariot, right."
Rotten Man took a deep look at Annan.
For centuries, no new Books of Truth had been produced. In the face of this situation, many dared not advance to Gold... and those who awakened the soul of Gold could only seek other methods to keep ascending.
