Yi Lin looked at the golden-haired youth with a mixture of surprise and admiration, his thoughts pausing for a moment.
Bartholomew·Dillon?
One of the Clock Tower's Kings!
Bartholomew·Dillon walked towards the altar with a calm demeanor.
He knew the rules.
Each tower would only produce one "substitute."
The masked man before him came from the Tower of Death.
Yet the "substitute" from the Tower of Death had already been born, which meant this masked man before him had lost the "qualification" to live. He ought to be in despair, wailing, crying, or angry. In any case, he shouldn't be standing here, trying to fight the odds.
"You're a clever person, friend."
This King from the Clock Tower, Bartholomew·Dillon, seemed not to recognize Yi Lin.
...
After Bartholomew·Dillon appeared.
"Hahaha! They're all finally here!"
Rumble!
In the dense forest.
Connor calmly dealt with the combined assault from Milien and Oda Mai, even finding time to respond.
