In the Cunningham residence, Otto stood with a gloomy expression, hands clasped behind his back. He stared at the Cunningham family ancestor's portrait on the wall at the far end of the hall. That was the Cunningham family's first peerless martial god. Beside him stood Jose, Guillermo's top aide and most trusted man. Jose smiled politely and said, "Mr. Cunningham Senior, you can rest easy. According to Mr. Vazquez, Conrad still has more than a fair chance in this battle." However, Otto seemed not to hear his words at all. He continued staring intently at the wall, at the portrait. After a while, he finally spoke. "Mr. Castillo, you know my ancestor once had another identity, don't you?" Jose froze. "I don't. Please enlighten me, Mr. Cunningham Senior." Otto turned around and said calmly, "My ancestor was once a foot soldier. He served as the vanguard to the royal Lloyd family's great general. In other words, my family's founder started as nothing more than a servant, a m
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