Claw

"Sir Rhett…"

As Rhett was at his wits' end, a clear voice echoed outside his living quarters, making a smile appear on his aged face, "Sir Arthus, please come in…"

As Rhett finished his sentence, a tall and sturdy figure wearing a black robe entered the living quarters, a cold aura radiating from his body.

"Sir Arthus, your timing is perfect…"

"Oh?"

"There is something I need to discuss with you…" Rhett smiled and briefly explained what had happened and his plan to teach a lesson to Mafa Merlin.

"Haha, so that's how it is…" The black-robed man laughed sinisterly.

"Sir Arthus, do you have any good ideas?" Rhett took a deep look at Arthus with a respectful attitude.

As a Representative of the Watson Family's Ancestral Land Council, there were very few people in the Watson Family that could make him treat them as equals.

But that black-robed Arthus was definitely one of them...