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"… We need to report this."

The Tier 4 youth snapped out of his daze, realizing just how big this matter was. 

"Galthin, we still haven't…"

A youth behind Galthin spoke out. They were meant to hand out 50 rooms a day until all of them were given away. They couldn't exactly shirk their responsibilities, right? 

Galthin's expression flickered but he made a decision. 

"This is more important. We need to go now. We'll move this back to another day. We have to hurry."

Galthin turned to dash away. His two companions turned to leave as well, but they suddenly heard the sound of someone clearing his throat. 

"Are you three really just going to leave like that?"

Galthin's steps froze and he turned back, his brows tightly furrowed into a frown. He was a member of the main branch, no matter what Leonel's Bloodline Density was, wasn't he being a bit too liberal with his words?