Albert frowned. "I don't think that's a good idea. Let's take things slow and wait till he feels a sense of belonging in the department.” "So, you're saying you can't vouch for him either?" said the bearded elder.

Albert sighed. "I'm not denying that, but people like him are hard to cby. It's best if we don't trigger him, or we'll be suffering a loss over nothing." The two elders exchanged glances. "We respect your opinion, but you're responsible for whatever comes out of this." "Don't worry. I'll take full responsibility and leave you two out of it," Albert smiled.

The elders got up to leave, bowing to Albert.

Albert chuckled, muttering to himself, "I'm already one foot in the grave. It hardly matters what I take responsibility for. What a useless threat to hold against me." Later that night, a plane landed in Zealand airport.

Wilbur emerged from the arrival gates, taking in the sight before him.

Seechertown was a first-tier city, with a long and rich history of success and revolution.

around as long as Seechertown

more neon lights than

find the nearest hotel he could stay in,

rose from the mountains in the distance before fading the next

of the nearest building. He jumped from roof to roof, and it did not take

an hour of hiking later, Wilbur finally reached the mountain's

a natural deck stretching out of the peak, overlooking the

the deck was

white-haired elder standing on the deck, looking

but sigh. This was just scultivator

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