641 Divine Angel

Syracuse stood out among his colleagues in the merchant's guild, managing to get a position at the small council which had only ten seats in total. When the humans were finally liberated, the ten on the small council and the factions that they represented would be the dominant force. 

Wang Tong could have denied anyone's audience, except for Syracuse. 

"Lord Wang Tong, on behalf of my family, I want to say thank you for all the good things you have done," Syracuse said emotionally. He knew from the start that Wang Tong would succeed, and what a smashing success it was. Wang Tong's achievement was so unprecedented that it sounded like a story from a legend. Looking at the young man in front of him, Syracuse registered that Wang Tong hadn't changed at all, and he still had no clue had the latter was thinking behind that thin veil of a smile.

"We are old friends, Syracuse. No need to be so polite."