"Prince, in the land of Huaxia, dragons and tigers lie in wait; they have a civilization that spans thousands of years, older than even our Wolf Race's history. In the deep mountains and old forests, there are hidden extraordinary individuals. I suspect that this Huaxia boy could be one of them, and has established a manor in the Mortal Realm, brewing Immortal Orange Wine."
Curtis speculated.
"No matter who he is, daring to kill my Wolfman Earl and so many Wolf Shadow Guards, I shall not spare them!"
Prince Barrello's voice was chilling.
"That manor and the Immortal Orange Wine will eventually belong to my Bordeaux Clan; eventually, they will!"
Prince Barrello's eyes gleamed with cold light.
Upon hearing this, both Curtis and the steward Dacil nodded heavily. With such losses for the Wolf Race, how could they possibly let it go?