The Despised Alida
翻訳者: Lonelytree
In the tallest building in the center of Bloodline City.
In a conference room.
The dim yellow light illuminated the faces of more than a dozen people. Everyone's faces were filled with unhappiness and dejection. No one made any movements or made any sound except for the occasional cough or two.
"What's wrong? Are you all afraid?"
At this moment, a voice was heard, and everyone looked over.
An old man at the head of the table spoke.
His hair and beard were all white, and his face looked very old. His pupils were a rare green color, and he wore a silver band on his head. He was wearing a wide Warlock robe. It was him who had spoken just now.
" Sir Clint, don't joke around. We are surrounded by the Bloodline Towers. They will attack us soon. " A Warlock sighed.
" Indeed. The Manticore Family is too powerful. How can we be their match? " Another Warlock said dejectedly.
"Why don't we just give them the Grassi Land?"
Bang!