The leader of the Styrene Guild grew faint and unsteady on his feet.
“Guild Leader, I’ve got worse news.”
“What news?”
“Weed, the Count of Morata is the Weed from CoM.”
“WHAT!?!”
Weed.
Almost as if by magic, the name sent chills down the bones of all the Styrene Guild members. Undoubtedly, it was because of Weed’s unscrupulous reputation of murder, thievery, and pillage. He had no mercy. The guild members felt that they were faced against a mountain.
They still didn’t want to believe it was true.
“Is it really him?” You can’t be entirely sure from just gossip, can you?”
“But there’s definitely a possibility that he really is Jeonshin Weed.”
“Can you trust the person who told you?”
“The news broadcasting channel is almost 100% accurate.”