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Hiss!
At Greisa Hamlet's words, Alvis inwardly sucked in a breath.
At that moment, the young man of the Golden Lion Family finally understood why Hayes had been so desperate to leave the Inner Bay, even abandoning the South County Swordsmanship Tournament.
It was Greisa!
That bastard had his sights on Bette Territory!
No!
More precisely, that bastard had been eyeing Bette Territory all along, just waiting for an opportunity!
And now that opportunity had arrived!
Alvis was certain that Depro, Diliven, and Peggy would not survive.
Only with those three dead could Hayes smoothly inherit Bette Territory and cede Rondohart Port.
Wasn't that bastard afraid of Count Bette's retaliation?
Wait!
Arthur Credos!
The South Los Medium would soon arrive in Bette Territory-that bastard wanted to provoke a fight between the South Los Medium and Count Bette.
Then swoop in and reap the spoils!
In an instant, Alvis understood everything.
Alvis was not sure who would ultimately win a battle between the South Los Medium and Count Bette.
But if this plan went ahead, that bastard Greisa would undoubtedly be the biggest winner.
That was something Alvis absolutely could not accept!
What could I do? What could I do?
I absolutely refused to let Greisa win!
Faced with his enemy, Alvis began racking his brains.
Meanwhile, in the small dining room, Hayes wore a pained expression.
"Could you let me think it over tonight and give you my answer tomorrow morning?"
Hayes pleaded.
Little Lion refused outright.
"No!
"Just as I have a way to block Communication Stones, you must have a way to contact Count Bette.
"I have considerable respect for His Lordship.
"I have absolutely no desire to face His Lordship directly.
"So not only must you sign the Contract with me right now, but we must