Old Comrade

For Splurt, it would have been no difficult feat to seize the Blaze Steed at this moment, but keeping Nassar alive would prove more advantageous to him.

Under Nassar's watchful gaze, Splurt penned a letter, sealed with his own handprint and seal, and handed it to Nassar.

"You've seen the contents already. Deliver this letter to the mayor, and he will acknowledge your 'identity.' ...Afterward, we'll seize an opportunity to 'dispose' of his eldest son, and you'll become the legitimate successor to the mayoral throne."

Splurt narrowed his eyes; while it seemed he was assisting Nassar, it was in truth a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Nassar's hands trembled as he accepted the letter, which represented years of meticulous scheming to infiltrate The Quest Guild and attain a leadership position.

With Splurt's influence and status, the mayor would undoubtedly show him due respect.

"Enough, I've written the letter. Bring forth the Blaze Steed."

"As you command, Lord Splurt."