Chapter 135: Seventh

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"I've heard that many of our returnees didn't heed our advice, entering the Trial anyway?" Mortimer spoke in a deep voice.

"Yes." The three spoke at the same time, each one wanting to get the initiative. They had also had their own reports to give, but when they spoke at once like this, they were forced to stop. If they tried to talk over one another, they would just earn themselves the disdain of this man.

Mortimer chuckled. He could see through the thoughts of these descendants of his, and he didn't mind it. This was how a Grimblade should be.

"And what do you think we should do with them? One by one, this time. Starting with you," Mortimer pointed his cigar at Malachi.