Blood Armor Three? She looked familiar.

After leaving the Magic Tower, William felt far more troubled than Moxis had realized.

As someone who had lived through this before, he knew more than Momo did.

And the merging of the Gods Continent would bring disasters far beyond tsunamis and earthquakes. Just then, Lotner sensed his presence and flew over from afar, panting. "Your Highness, you're finally back! I thought some goddess had dragged you off to be her husband."

"You've been gone a whole year, and I've been run ragged. I demand a raise."

William raised an eyebrow. "Odom managed the job just fine. Why are you complaining? A raise? Maybe I should ask around and see who else wants to be Deputy City Lord."

"Uh... Dawn City was tiny back then," Lotner muttered, his last few words barely audible. He gave an awkward grin. "We can talk about my pay later. You'd better leave a responsibility as important as Deputy City Lord to me.

"If you handed it to those youngsters, I wouldn't feel right about it as their uncle. But you know the Seven Continents have started merging faster, don't you?"

"Yeah, I've known for ages." William rolled his eyes. It's not like I begged you to become Deputy City Lord.

And don't think I don't know what you've been up to.

You spend all day throwing around your Deputy City Lord title and claiming to be my uncle, showing off to every faction on the Legendary Continent.

Uncle, my ass!

You're only at the Epic Tier.

Do you know how many people would've broken your legs and flattened you if it weren't for me?

Besides, you haven't even lost much hair. What the hell are you complaining about?

Odom's long, wavy blond hair has thinned down to a short crop, and he never complains.