"So, just do me a little favor, just use your connections, big artists?"
The girl's trailing voice echoed for a long time in the little world within the giant tree, and the people seated around the massive wooden table remained silent, for these great artists who have weathered the storms of a hundred years, the current scene would not cause them to lose their composure.
Yet, the young man at the end of the table, despite his strong facade of calmness, was betrayed by his rapid breathing and the slight trembling of his shoulders, revealing his inner tension.
Anyone could sense the terrifying power contained in that small card, enough to obliterate everything inside this giant tree and flatten the entire mountain.
At this moment, Lancelot's nerves were as taut as a tightly drawn string, staring intently at the composed blonde girl at the other end of the table.
