Novel1Inside the Majestic Wind Sect, the bald man who hadpeted with Nash earlier sat quietly in his chair.
Just then, a disciple rushed in.
"Sir, bad news!"
"What is it? The token?"
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"The disciples, they're all dead!"
"I see. Not surprising," the sect master said calmly, taking a sip of tea.
"Sect Master, what should we do next?"
"No rush. We'll wait for the small fry toe back, and then we'll settle the score properly." He took another sip of tea, seemingly
unfazed.
"Haha, enjoying your tea, | see." A voice suddenly called out, making the sect master freeze for a moment.
"Ah, | thought | recognized the voice. It's you." The sect master quickly stood up from his seat and extended his hand with a
sycophantic smile. "Mr. Hansberg, what brings you here?"
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"No need to be so polite. Just callBeryl," the man said dismissively.
"Oh no, Mr. Hansberg, | couldn't possibly. You're the one our small sect relies on. We must look to you for support in everything,"
Erjon Foulie, the sect master, replied, still flattering him.
"Enough of that, Mr. Foulie. Let's cut to the chase. How about we deal with Goldspinmerce together?" Beryl Hansberg's tone
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