"We can't keep this up!"
Chatam growled lowly.
In the room,
several professionals silently watched him pace back and forth.
"General, Skinny Wolf got an entire wall made of gold bricks,"
a one-eyed man with a long face said.
Chatam suddenly stopped in his tracks and said harshly,
"So what? In this age, gold is useless!"
Actually, gold was still very useful.
But he couldn't say that.
The kid had to die.
Otherwise, if his wings were allowed to flourish, how would he survive?
Chatam said solemnly,
"—I know everyone is curious about what other great things that Holy Healing Skill holder has left, listen, you were all once masters, you should know that the Holy Side has no decent Attack Skill, just stronger healing and support."
"Let's kill him!"
"Everything he has, including Qiong, will be ours!"
When he said this, everyone was tempted.
Money made the heart flutter, but—
The man with the long face thoughtfully said,
