Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1620

“Levi’s wisdom shines bright!” Envoy Azure complimented.

As another night of competition ended, various factions and individuals

began to unwind. Some relaxed, while those still in the midst of competition

grasped the chance to rest.

However, there was someone who stood out from the rest.

With a firm grip on his sword, he slipped into a room at an ordinary inn

without making any sound.

Despite the silence, the old man sitting in the room was aware of his

presence and spoke with his eyes shut. “Yosef, you’ve finally come to visit

me?”

Yosef emerged from the darkness.

Despite his pristine appearance, his eyes had lost their sparkle. He was no

longer resembling the vibrant youth he once was.

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The old man asked him with closed eyes. “You’ve approached me, implying

that you have something on your mind. Why not share your thoughts?”

Then Yosef locked his gaze on him, gritting his teeth as he inquired. “Old

godfather, why? I’ve faithfully served you for two decades, but you’ve never

imparted martial arts to me. Instead, you decided to pass on the Art of

Adaptability to Emmanuel. Why?”

The old godfather didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he slowly opened his

eyes.

aged gaze was as deep

understood

clenched his

it because his grandfather and father

murderer? Have you already judged me

didn’t respond directly, instead posing

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“Am I wrong?”

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Yosef’s voice rose with

me in darkness, leading to my current

godfather’s expression remained unchanged as he

what you

the old godfather of Hero’s Village,

significant. If you trust me and pass on the mantle to

will also trust me. Queenie wouldn’t

path of righteousness rather than the

him with a hint

you’re saying does make some sense, but

his fists. His knuckles

out a long

words. “You’re truly my

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for you to find the right path! However, you should

approval that will lead you there. It’s your journey

that will earn the respect

finally drew his sword. With anger in

sword at the old godfather. “That’s nonsense!

favoritism towards Emmanuel!”

godfather’s demeanor remained unperturbed. “Perhaps

of

reason?” Yosef roared, and his eyes blazed

alcohol

the master and the

of butterflies, attracted by

the room,