The entire banquet hall fell silent, with everyone staring in disbelief at the astonishing results displayed on the large screen at the center of the venue. This lasted for a full minute.
Then, a chorus of gasps rippled through the room.
"hiss—"
"He's... also a Level 3 Beast Master!" From the front row, in the middle, Matthew looked up at the words on the stage, recalling the scene of his daughter Grace and Charles signing the human contract, his heart suddenly trembling:
To rise two major ranks in just two months and reach Level 3 Beast Master—this indicated that Charles's talent was no less than Grace's, perhaps even greater!
If Charles really did defeat Grace in two years, would that mean she'd have to spend the rest of her life by his side, virtually a slave?
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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