Early in the morning the next day, Harvey arrived at Flutwell’s Peak.

Bryce, Fisher, Damian, and a lot of other people were already there.

There was a woman in the crowd who made Harvey take a few more glances.

She seemed like she was twenty-eight at most; she had a slender body and long hair fluttering in the air. Added with her exquisite makeup, nobody would ever forget such an appearance.

She radiated a feminine aura that compelled any man to glue their eyes on her.

Anyone would desperately try to either conquer such a woman, or kneel in front of her and call her “queen.”

That said, Bryce and the others didn’t look at the woman at all; they were showing horrible expressions, as if they were being greatly pressured.

“Vice Master, Elder Steele. What’s the matter?” Harvey asked after taking a sip of the coffee that Rachel brought.

“Are you worried about the fight?”

“It’s fine. With me here, they can’t do anything .”

“I was planning to take them out by myself in the first plac