"Sergei, please, we’ve always been doing good business, why do you want to back out just because that Southerner named Malin Gaiate warned you?" Marshal Cameron of the Northern Kingdom, one of the five marshals sitting around the round table, looked at his old friend and asked. He was very puzzled why Sergei chose to withdraw. Even if business wasn’t as good as before, everyone still managed to keep the prices of many commodities, including wheat flour, at a very high level: "Everyone’s making a fortune every day, Sergei, a kid scared you?" Everyone at the table laughed. "That’s a kid?" Sergei chuckled as well. His old friends had never considered that the kid could use Spell Formation to kill a champion with a single finger, that he could face Chaos without being corrupted. As a military bigwig, Sergei had heard about the divine champion duel at the eastern seaport. The Northern Kingdom’s most powerful Chaos-chosen champion Mendel was slain by Malin, observed by thousands of soldiers, Nobles, civilians and sailors. After that duel, every family at the port received a Chaos head, a grace from Lord Malin. The Longsword and battle-axe in his hand had a very clear divine artifact background in the eyes of the high-level Transcendents. The artifact of the Goddess of Harvest couldn’t be an axe, the gift from the Lord of Justice is a Longsword, so whose would that axe be... This was an obvious answer. Such a kid... If you still see him as a kid, then you are being irresponsible to your own life. Lord Malin is not only a dual chosen champion but also a dual Legendary. He is a Legendary Mage, and even more, a Legendary Psychic. And to Sergei, Lord Malin’s talent as a Sword Dancer is plainly visible. If this is the limit of a Legendary lord, then Sergei can only say they really do not understand—the eldest son of the Hagelberrys had a limp and the firstborn son of the third son had a broken arm, both were healed by him. This ’kid’s talent in the Spell Formation is definitely not confined to his Mage rank. While others might be mediocre in all areas, Lord Malin excels in everything he does. If you still think his warning isn’t frightening enough, then Sergei really has nothing more to say. "Cameron, old friend, heed my advice and stop, Lord Malin is not someone you and I can handle." Thinking of this, Sergei stood up, giving his old friend one last warning. The other shook his head: "Go ahead, old friend, I won’t blame you." Since they could not see eye to eye, Sergei could only choose to back out himself, today being the last day of Lord Malin’s warning. Sergei did not want to trouble himself, so he decided to completely withdraw. Exiting the room, Sergei noticed the Guards at the end of the corridor, which pleased him—there were two marshals, three generals, and thirteen of the wealthiest Merchants from Copenhagen in the room today. Everything discussed should not reach any outsider’s ears. He walked over to the two Guards: "Gustav, let’s go." The other guard was Cameron’s man; he saluted Sergei and then watched the marshal leave. This place is Chaofeng Tower, a hotel opened by Thanan people. Envoys from Thainan had stayed here before, but lately, they have been at the frontlines observing the Chaos—the Mimicking Bird battle groups were causing trouble over in their lands, so they wanted to understand the strength of the Nagoth battle group better to prepare for the upcoming Tide of the Dead. The Northern Kingdom would surely give them such an opportunity, especially after they had provided numerous weapons blueprints. Next time, their merchant fleet would bring over a variety of crops suited for planting in the North, essential for the kingdom. This was a win-win situation, and no one would be foolish to interrupt the trade. So now the hotel was mostly empty, with just a few scattered customers. Sergei, dressed in plain clothes and with a bit of makeup, went unrecognized as the Big Beard Marshal everyone knew. This pleased Sergei greatly, as he strived to appear as an ordinary person. "Gustav, go call our carriage over." Standing at the door, Sergei instructed as he watched his guard run towards the distant parking area. Sergei took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth—he did not bring the military-supplied cigars, as they were too conspicuous. Only generals and marshals had the right to those products, and to have one in the mouth of an ordinary person would only signal suspicions to everyone in Copenhagen. So, Sergei smoked a slender cigarette from the Southerner while waiting for his carriage. Honestly, backing out of the business was quite unbearable for Sergei, for it was indeed very lucrative. He and Cameron had been in this business for nearly thirty years. If not for Cameron’s men going too far and attracting the attention of Lord Malin, things might not have come to this point. But... Sergei understood that he was not innocent either, so in this matter, he only hoped to extricate himself. Lord Malin had said he would contribute 2000 tons of wheat flour among other commodities to stabilize prices. If it were someone else, Sergei would have dismissed his words as nothing.