'Tsk, tsk… so your eyes were on my golden robe all along?'
Lucien watched his father leave the room in a haughty manner, a robe draped over his body, golden lines shimmering faintly with mana.
It was a Peak Rare-ranked Golden Robe, the only one Lucien possessed, withdrawn from his Dimensional Vault. And now, he had been forced to hand it over to his father, just to appease his anger.
Once Malcolm left after giving his advice, Lucien tried to appease his father to no avail. So, after nothing worked, he had to sacrifice his robe.
After all, he did see the envious look on his father before. And he was right, as Cedric liked his gift and took it directly with a smile.
'Okay, let's not waste time and resume the meeting.'
Lucien put aside these little things behind for now and quickly walked to the top of the tower where the meeting was supposed to be held.
Now that he knew that the Shadow Kingdom might open early, he had decided to rush his plans.
