In Hulwin, Miller received a call from Anton.
"What did you say?!" Miller's face twisted in surprise, quickly followed by anger. "You want me to contact Tritus and the others and even threaten them with withdrawing from the alliance? Who does that bastard child think he is to boss me around?!"
"Mr. Anton, have you lost your mind from being in Montiria too long?" his voice grew cold, carrying a faint but unmistakable trace of malice.
He couldn't understand if Terrance was just getting too old, losing his mental sharpness.
It was bad enough that he had been sent from Cathay to this backwater city of Hulwin, and now he had to lower himself to beg Helen Freeman to save some lost Cunningham bastard!
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