"The current situation is that our growth has frightened the Ascension Sect. They're afraid we'll disrupt their plans, so they want to bring in an enemy to hinder our development and tie up our energy."
Lance pondered this for a moment, then slowly said, "There is a way to deal with this."
"What does My Lord suggest?"
"Write a letter telling your father that you've been duped by an evil cult from the Ascension Sect, and ask him to send people to fetch you." Lance looked at the fat man and emphasized, "Remember, this place is called Ovando."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expression turned somewhat peculiar. They all knew this place was called Hamlet, so why change it to Ovando? However, they knew the Lord surely had a plan behind this, and none of them intended to correct him.
"Ovando?" the fat man exclaimed. "Damn it! My territory is called Hamlet; I've come to the wrong place!"
The fat man now understood why there was a Lord here; he had taken the wrong road.
