If Tyson could get Theron's full support to form his own troop of powerful mediums, then he would not have to worry about anything in the future.
"Lord Tyson, my injuries are rather severe, so I must bid farewell now. I'm looking forward to hearing good news from you." Theron gave Tyson one last glance before swiftly disappearing from the room.
On his way here, he had secretly hidden the Skyrend Sword somewhere.
After pondering it deeply, he decided to come to the Hadcock Palace. After all, he was hurt, and his subordinates were dead. It was impossible for him to eliminate Isaac and his men. It shouldn't be a difficult feat if Tyson had the courage to use the nation's power to destroy Isaac.
Even if he couldn't kill them, he just had to chase them out of Rippan. Then, he'd be able to feel at ease.
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