Harvey York's Rise to Power

Roue chuckled.

"Not exactly. The difficulty depends on your resolution." "What do you mean by that?" Amos asked, still frowning.

"If, say... Someone Vaati deeply cares about dies in Harvey's hands... Would the Aenar Temple remain friends with him?" Roue said, smiling mysteriously.

"Someone Vaati cares about...? Does he have a woman or something?" Amos showed a curious expression.

"Let's think outside the box, Young Master." Roue seemed quite relaxed.

Stefan is his child. If he dies, do you think Vaati would remain this calm?" Amos scowled. "There's

to stand your ground. The

to be this paranoid... You'd be taken out in due time. It'd be too late when you decide to take action." Amos's face turned gloomy after

plan, a discreet-looking van showed up at Harvey's doorstep the next day. Stefan and a few

looked at the doorbell with a severe expression; he hesitated for a moment before finally pressing it. "Mr. Stefan." After opening the door, Harvey politely led Stefan to the living

did you chere? Aren't you supposed to be making preparations at the Aenar Temple?" Harvey smiled faintly at Stefan; he had already given Stefan the Smalt Sect's badge. He'd be disappointing himself

essentially a gathering spot of the most prominent figures at this point. No matter what I do,

Sir York. I have no intention of holding back against Amos, but there's still a small problem." Harvey chuckled, completely ignoring the disdain in