Drakon of The Seven Armies – Chapter 1889

The line was silent for a long time, followed by a resigned chuckle. "Alright, I understand. Take care of yourself and come to Parwin when you have the chance."

After hanging up the phone, Maxwell let out a long sigh and a wry smile. "Mr. Levine Sr., I've done all I can. I hope your grandson doesn't do anything foolish..."

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Meanwhile, far across the Eastern Sea in Parwin, within a picturesque manor near the center of the capital, a middle-aged man was slowly pushing a wheelchair along a path lined by trees. In the wheelchair sat an old man with stooped shoulders and white hair.

"Mr. Levine Sr., has there been trouble in Cynea?" the middle-aged man asked softly.