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"We're talking about Orig Disman. Do you think he won't find out about your lie regarding the outbreak? He won't believe that the supreme ruler is behind everything," said a voice in an agitated manner. The bottles he had kicked lay scattered before a tall figure with a strong presence.
"My plan does not target Orig. I aspire to something greater than that. I believe Orig has other things to worry about besides finding the cause of the strange infection," said the man with the hoarse voice and a dove tattoo on his right cheek. His black eyes carried a lot of hatred, especially when he uttered Orig's name.
'Orig Disman, you will have to kneel and beg to obtain the antidote to heal your men. I know your people do not concern you as much as your knights do. Come on, Orig Disman, hurry up and come meet me,' thought the man, who calmly brushed his hair back, staring at his friend whose eyes were ablaze with anger.
