537. Humble King (Seeking Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month)

Hewitt looked at Pendragon coldly:

"If you really know me as well as you claim, you wouldn't say these things. In my view, very few people understand me so well, and none of them would want me to stay underground."

"You're lying to me."

Hewitt sighed:

"Long time no see, Pendragon."

The light shattered, revealing Hewitt's true form.

Pendragon laughed:

"Ah, it's you, Arthur's little minion. You were using a fake name back then, weren't you? I heard you became a demon hunter; how's that going for you?

"And what about the matchstick man? You really finished it off; its abilities weren't fake."

Hewitt clapped his hands.

The matchstick man dressed as a servant appeared next to the table, swiping its line arm across it, and countless delicacies appeared on top.

"These won't run out," the matchstick man reminded.

Pendragon asked: