Cyril's face twitched violently as he turned around. "What else do you want? If you're thinking about asking for more, then I don't even need to check with Throne City; I can tell you that the answer is no. The Ludendorff family's forces must be concentrated in Throne City to deal with the Cathedral. If we split them with you, how can our family still claim to be the King of the Wastelands?"

Andrew nodded repeatedly. "Yes, you're absolutely right! That makes perfect sense! I called you back, but not to ask for more. I'm a man of my word. Since we've already made a deal, you know I won't make any more excessive demands."

Cyril let out a cold laugh, clearly unconvinced. This bastard had screwed over the Ludendorff family more than once.

Andrew smiled cheerfully. "I just wanted to catch up with you a bit. It's about Prince Prescott and Governor Garal. After they escaped from Abyss City, I was wondering how they're doing? Are they in good health?"

Cyril's face darkened as he snorted c