Inside a manor somewhere in the Royal Capital, Duke Moravia sensed something and turned to look in the direction of the Royal Capital.
Karix, seated across the stone table from him, could not help but say, "Looks like your grandson found out about your past."
Duke Moravia withdrew his gaze and placed a piece on the board before speaking. "So what if he knows? I'll only be staying here for another five years at most."
"If I were your grandson, I'd already be figuring out how to sell your past for a good price." Karix glanced at the chessboard but did not immediately make his move. Instead, he looked up at Duke Moravia and spoke slowly.
"I know." Duke Moravia answered calmly. "After that brat gets information about me, the only buyer would be his father. But judging by his usual conduct, once he sells the information to his father, he'll soon indirectly let me know about it."
"Playing both sides, and neither side can do anything about him." Karix said cheerfully.
"If he hadn't become a Legend, and he dared pull something like that, I'd definitely give him special training and leave him with a deep impression. Unfortunately, that brat's wings have grown too strong. I'm no longer completely certain I can beat him. Rather than repeat Angus's mistake, I might as well pretend I know nothing."
Karix could not help bursting into laughter. "Hahaha, so if you don't fight, you can't lose?"
"Isn't that how it works?" Duke Moravia said with a smile, stroking his beard.
Elsewhere, in a manor outside Okla City's western gate, Angus had a bad feeling. Based on past experience, it was very likely related to that unfilial son of his.
"Other people become kings and wish they could split themselves into two."
"But