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Silver Frost Fox's first match had already ended.

As the person in charge of the Silver Frost Fox Merchant Guild, Lolaft sat in a Magic Mechanical Vehicle, looking over Silver Frost Fox Team's score in the Top Eighteen match.

It was a perfect three-to-zero crushing victory, and they held an unquestionable lead in kills in every game.

"Has the next opponent still not been decided?"

Lolaft narrowed his long, slender eyes as he looked through the news on the magic net.

Silver Frost Fox had registered for the Nolan Open Tournament under his name, so the time, location, and opponent for their next match would all be sent directly to him.

"Lord Lolaft, we've arrived."

The driver stopped at the entrance of the Silver Frost Fox Merchant Guild. Lolaft stepped out of the Magic Mechanical Vehicle in high spirits, while the other members of Silver Frost Fox Team got out of another vehicle behind him.

"You performed exceptionally well again today." Lolaft waved over a steward standing at the guild entrance. "Take our heroes to rest."

"Um, Lord Lolaft..."

Cold sweat beaded on the steward's face as he spoke quietly to Lolaft.

"What is it?"

Lolaft rarely saw this steward looking so flustered.

"His Majesty the King has arrived." The steward cast a panicked glance inside the guild. "He's waiting for you inside."

The relaxed expression on Lolaft's face froze instantly...

"Take them to rest. I'll personally go greet His Majesty."

He hurried into the merchant guild alone. The moment he entered, he sensed that the atmosphere had changed.

The air around him felt as though it had entered the depths of winter. Every step Lolaft took forced him to gasp for breath.

He trudged toward the second floor of the Silver Frost Fox Merchant Guild... There, he saw Shael,