Chapter 32 Heavenly Dog

Gu Castle Fortress.

Snowflakes swirled in the air, and the cold wind was as sharp as a knife.

Within the attic, the light of the fire flickered, casting a warm glow.

"To meet with you, under Quasi-General's command… it's a great honor."

The man wearing a black mask sat upright in the guest chair, his demeanor formal and poised. Though his words were of gratitude, the tone of his voice carried not a hint of thankfulness… The raspy yet forceful sound echoed in the spacious attic parlor, indicating he was well-prepared.

"The honor should be mine…"

Before he could finish, a young voice interrupted him.

Sitting opposite the man, the Quasi-General's subordinate was puffing on a cigar, legs crossed nonchalantly. His tone was even more perfunctory, equally devoid of any sense of honor.