In the Old Madam's room, an elderly lady with silver hair held a scepter made of unknown wood. She sat on a chair sipping tea. The Squad Leader entered and dared not speak, quietly greeted her, and then stood there in silence.
"What brings you here?" The Old Madam glanced at him sideways.
"Recently, Rothschild has declared war on me, so I specifically came to seek your guidance!" The Squad Leader's humble demeanor made their relationship seem like that of master and servant. Despite his formidable strength, the Squad Leader appeared vulnerable in front of the Old Madam.
"My guidance? My guidance is to fight, and to fight a glorious battle!" The Old Madam put down her teacup and said, "You didn't come here asking for help, did you?"
"No, no!" The Squad Leader hurriedly shook his head and said humbly, "As your dagger, I will naturally shine brilliantly. Please, have faith in me!"
