The sound of carriages moving on the dirt road was heard, and a wide sinister grin appeared on Harry's face. "Look at that, Linguini." He said with an urgent tone as he grabbed Linguini by the shoulders and turned him around, and pointed at the group of carriages that were slowly moving in their direction. "The disciples inside those carriages… they probably have never even heard of Claude Rayforth and his victory over his seniors. These junior disciples, they've not learned to stand up for themselves. They're weak-minded. Ready to be ruled over by us, the seniors."
Harry slapped Linguini on his shoulders, and said, "You don't want them making fun of your name now, do you?" "No!" Linguini replied almost immediately with a cold voice. "Good," Harry nodded his head. "Well then, as seniors, I guess we've got ourselves a job to do."
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