These people all speculated that Duke had gotten hold of some remarkable item, perhaps a Level 5 or even Level 6 witchcraft artifact, otherwise, it wouldn't be possible to gain so many points.
After they finished speaking, they looked at each other, their expressions turning extremely complex.
Rodrick's eyes, as sharp as blades, narrowed slightly, his fingers full of old scars unconsciously tapping the hilt of the short blade at his waist: "Notify me immediately upon discovering Duke's whereabouts, do not act on your own. Whatever he has in his hands, I am determined to obtain it."
The others hurriedly nodded in agreement, afraid of hesitating for even a moment.
Rodrick withdrew his gaze, turning back to the mining area tightly sealed by the Five Races Alliance Defense.
He did not say anything further, but refocused his attention on the mining area in front of him.
