"Your Treasure Vault was robbed by a group of Black Tiger Race members? How is that possible?"
After King Keton learned that Extreme Crane King had come to him over an important matter, he rushed back to his Royal Palace, only to hear something that struck him as utterly absurd.
Extreme Crane King's face was dark as he glared furiously at King Keton.
"Well..."
King Keton began to waver, half-believing and half-doubting.
Extreme Crane King's attitude did not look like he was lying.
And there was no way he would take such a humiliating matter and come here to make a joke of it. ❄
"This couldn't have been done by the Black Tiger Race. There must be someone pulling the strings behind the scenes."
King Keton's brows quickly furrowed.
Once he thought it over carefully, he realized this matter was far from simple.
A group of Black Tiger Race members with only one expert-level powerhouse among them could not possibly have come to Sharp Edge Planet to act as pirates, much less rob a Prince's Treasure Vault.
To say nothing of how they had been bold enough to rob it twice in a row, and the final time, they had simply emptied the entire Treasure Vault.
This kind of behavior was practically grabbing a Swiftfoot Race Prince by the hair and slapping him madly across the face.
And after slapping him, spitting on him too.
It was definitely a mortal feud, an unbearable humiliation.
Extreme Crane King's expression eased a little.
"Don't tell me you suspect I did it, and you came here to call me to account?"
King Keton's expression, instead, turned ugly.
Because he suddenly realized that he seemed to be the biggest suspect.
Only his Gladiator Arena had expert-level slaves from the Black Tiger Race.
And