The city lord's castle located in the eastern part of the city was still brightly lit, and there were still many employees entering and exiting the buildings as if there were no end to the work that they had to do.
In a quiet study located in the western part of the city lord's castle, there were two figures standing in front of a desk with solemn expressions on their faces, inspecting a map of the Norland Continent.
After a prolonged period of silence, Novan sighed. "The re-signing of the peace treaty in three months most likely won't progress very smoothly. Alex isn't dead, and he killed Benson as well as six other 10th-tier beings from the demon, orc, and forest troll races. Even though they've been dealt a heavy blow, their alliance won't be willing to swallow this bitter pill."
"No, what we have to worry about right now isn't them; it's what he thinks," Michael said as he slammed his hand onto the word "Rodu" on the map.
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