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"Bolvar didn't come?" Varian listened quietly to the Royal Guard's report.
His face was expressionless, betraying neither joy nor anger, but his voice was as cold as ice, proving that he was nowhere near as calm inside as he appeared.
"The duke said he had no time and would come after daybreak," the Royal Guard repeated the exact message. Kneeling before Varian, he sounded rather apprehensive.
He had botched his assignment and failed to bring Bolvar back. Combined with Varian's anger, that failure put him under an inexplicable pressure.
"Leave." Varian spat the word through clenched teeth.
Watching the guard depart, Varian could no longer contain the anger suppressed in his eyes. It erupted at last, blazing fiercely.
"How dare he!"
"He actually refused my summons!"
At that moment, Varian felt that his authority had been challenged. He slammed a hand down on the table before him.
Bang! The heavy impact rang out.
Varian vented for a while, letting out the fury in his heart.
Only after a long time did he regain his composure and carefully consider everything that had happened. For the moment, he had forgotten about everyone else.
As Varian calmed down and began to reflect, he realized that the matter was shrouded in questions.
Varian knew very well what sort of man Bolvar was. The two had known each other for a very long time-almost twenty years by now.
Bolvar was somewhat older than Varian and was already in his forties. They had