Sitting on the sofa was an old man with short white hair in a neat haircut.

“Wh-What brings you here, sir?” Yaroslav, also known as Mr. Gabriel, cautiously asked.

“How could I not be here for something as major as this? You’d already be beheaded and dead on the ground if I hadn’t come.”

“Sir, are you referring to James?” Yaroslav was taken aback for a moment.

Then, Mr. Gabriel immediately continued. “I know the King wants to eliminate me so that people from our faction will reveal themselves in the ensuing chaos. However, he doesn’t want to make any bold moves. That’s why he’s using James as his sword. Be that as it may, I doubt that James is capable of doing anything.”

“Is that so?”

The old man looked at Yaroslav and asked flatly, “How do you compare with Donovan Blithe?”

Yaroslav replied hesitantly, “We’ve never fought against each other personally, but I’m probably not a match for him since he has mastered the Blithe Fist of Abomination.”

“Exactly, you’re no match for him.