The Guardian's Sword

Exasperated, Cole slammed on the table and said, "Sean is out of line. As commander-in-chief of the city defense army, why is he meddling in this issue? Is that his responsibility?"

"What's the point of you lashing out at us?" Elijah spread out his hands in a gesture of frustration.

Dylan coughed and continued saying, "Whatever Sean does, at least we can't disagree openly. After all, he's the commander-in-chief of the city defense army. He is way above us in rank and status. And he has Dragon Kingdom's military supporting him. How are we going to fight him? We only have to be uncooperative, passive, and unhelpful. Poverty is a chronic problem. Even if he wants to solve it, he can't."

After a pause, Dylan said, "Every city in the City-State Union is the same. Is there a city that doesn't have poor people? If Sean can fix poverty, I'll write my name backward!"

"You're being dramatic, Old Lambert..." Elijah was as cordial as ever.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.

looked at the door and

said, a young man pushed the

was

envelope on the clear glass coffee

Someone from the army camp sent over

the envelope, and

main camp will hold a charity fundraising gala at 8 pm. two days from now. Please attend, Mr. Walker. You can abstain if you have something to do.

look. The two looked at the invitation

is that an invitation? Haha, it's just a crappy piece of paper," Cole said

on the coffee table and slowly said, "It seems Sean's going to gather Dorodo's wealthy businessmen and noble families to donate money to the poor. Perhaps I'm not the only one who has received this invitation. Other

bullsh*t fundraising gala then?"