290 pounds, woman and old man

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"Damn it! They're all useless! Useless!" The fat man from the Shireck Council, who had always been leering at Sofia, cursed furiously with the wine glass in his hand.

The old man, who was always smiling like a tiger, for once, had no smile on his face, and cursed coldly, "Useless? They all deserve to die! Fifty thousand troops! And yet, and yet they were utterly defeated, becoming prisoners of others?"

They had gathered to discuss the newly confirmed news—the war they had started seemed to be spiraling out of their control, rushing in a direction they were unwilling to witness.

Dorne had won, achieving a brilliant and unprecedented victory under the leadership of two unknown young men.

This battle would add two famous generals to the world, their names were destined to shine like stars.

But at this moment, these two names made the Shireck members, who were as wealthy as nations, grind their teeth in hatred!