In Parks Dragon's room at Wyvern Nest, the president of the Dragon Tooth City Magic Association and a Grand Archmage, there were three people present: besides Parks, there was the Eastern Marquis—his nephew Duma Dragon—as well as Parks's own nephew, Beniz Dragon, the Wyvern Family's universally acknowledged leader of the next generation.
Parks Dragon pointed at Duma Dragon and roared, "Have you lost your mind?! Why did you kill that Gatsby Lanyuan? That man handles thirty percent of our family's magic potion ingredients. His death will cause consequences beyond measure!"
"Uncle, that man was nothing but a castoff of the Lanyuan Family," Duma Dragon said unhappily. "Do you know how much equipment he sent to the Lanyuan Family through his own hands? Enough to outfit an entire Knight Order! If we let him stay, we really won't be able to keep that little girl Susie Lanyuan down!"
"What do you know?!" Parks Dragon snapped, furious at his failure to live up to expectations. "He is the only person in Dragon Tooth City who has mastered the supply route from the Beastmen Plateau to the Central Great Forest.
"Not just our family—every Magic Workshop in the city, large and small, orders magic ingredients from him. By killing him, you've made yourself the common enemy of all those families!"
"They're just smuggled materials, aren't they?" Duma had not realized the gravity of the matter at all. "Since he could do it, someone else certainly can too. At worst, the Gallop Family can do it. There was no need to keep such a menace around."
"You..." Parks simply felt that his nephew had become impossibly stupid.
"Uncle, I think Cousin is right. That Gatsby Lanyuan was never trustworthy to begin with," Beniz spoke up at that moment.
"Besides, even if we swallowed this