Reginald walked alone, silently making his way through the forest. Then, he stopped, turned around, and said flatly, "Alright, you've been following me for a while now. Come on out." Behind a tree, branches and leaves rustled, and a pale, beardless man emerged. Just looking at his face, the man appeared to be somewhere in his mid-40s. He was not particularly handsome, but he had an exceptionally refined and scholarly appearance. However, his eyes were deep and carried an indescribable weariness. They betrayed that his actual age was far more than just 40. In fact, Guillermo was already 96 years old this year. He had been playing chess with the world as his board for 50 years. As soon as he appeared, he smiled and approached Reginald. Seeing this, Reginald frowned. "Speak. If it's the same old talk, urging me to get lost… Then, rest assured, after I give the sword to Andrew, I'll leave Holtrien." Guillermo clasped his hands behind his back and smiled. "No rush. How about we h
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