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Aren't we buddies?
Lister and Arthur were completely drenched in sweat.
Their expressions stiffened as they turned around to face Ansu Milton, who still wore an innocent smile, feeling like the world had finally gone mad. They had long known that the Era of Chaos was chaotic, but who knew it had gone this far!
We were just about to have a mortal fight with Milton's dog, and you, our boss, defected first?!
What about the story before? The poignant love story of the mosquito and three great lords, was that also fake?
Ansu, noticing Lister and Arthur's look of despair, blinked, "I never said I wasn't Milton."
"Thank goodness, you really are Mr. Milton."
The envoy from the Administration Bureau showed Ansu a warm smile, "The chaos inheritance tax totals one-twentieth of a percent, you have inherited eight hundred thousand Gold Coins, so you only need to pay four million in property tax."
Ansu was also sweating profusely.
The Chaotic Holy City is indeed harsh!