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.

gaze was as

understood yet?”

clenched his

grandfather and

you already judged me because of

directly,

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“Am I wrong?”

72%

Utterly wrong!” Yosef’s voice rose

me in darkness,

remained unchanged as he questioned,

truly what you

the old godfather of

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

Queenie wouldn’t scorn my origins, and

of righteousness rather than the one I’m

looked at him with a hint

some sense,

clenched his fists. His knuckles

old godfather let out a long sigh and

my

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you to find the right

will lead

that will earn the respect of

sword. With anger

the old godfather. “That’s nonsense!

favoritism towards Emmanuel!”

godfather’s demeanor remained

deserving of my

is the reason?” Yosef roared, and his eyes blazed with

alcohol

conversation between the master and the

swarm of butterflies, attracted by the scent of liquor,

the room, spreading fragrant