Rory's eyes widened, but she felt very confused. How did he know about this?
Three years ago, Levin should have been in the underground world.
"What did Wendy tell you?"
"You're brilliant. What she told me was naturally a secret, and I paid a great price for it. In addition, I'm a King and control the life and death of Werewolves and Lycan. It's easy to know something. I just followed the clues and knew everything."
"So what do you want to say here? Or what do you want in exchange for this?" Rory said wearily.
"Sometimes it's not good to be too smart. Rory, make a deal with me, using the reason for your father's death." Levin looked at her with appreciation.
"What do you want?"
"You know what I want." Levin looked Rory up and down and sighed.
"Tell me."
"You." Levin's eyes were burning, as if he wanted to burn Rory.
"I refuse." Rory sneered.