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"King, it is about time," a voice spoke out.

"Haven’t those annoying people gone yet?" Yolanthe closed the file on his desk as he massaged his eyebrows. He looked a little tired.

"You have not made a decision yet. How could they dare to leave?" A grey shadow showed behind Yolanthe. He gently put a fox fur cape on Yolanthe. "King, winter is coming. Please take care of your body."

"It is indeed a "winter" for me. I have to admit I am getting old." Yolanthe got up from his throne and smiled.

"King, if you do not want to be bothered, you do not have to care about those people." The grey shadow had previously sounded humble, but suddenly sounded cold. The temperature dropped as winter had approached. "As long as I have a breath left, no one can force our king to do anything."