The dwarves were known for their rough personalities. Their King, Grigoriy, snorted coldly, "Predecessors, predecessors, you lacked any courage at all. No wonder you've been standing still."

Then everyone looked at the Magic Association and the Church of Greed, who had not yet expressed their stance.

Milo, the president of the Magic Association, shook his head and said as usual, "The Magic Association abstains."

It’s settled! Tiberius and Bertrand’s eyes gleamed.

Then the two of them looked at Curtis, the leader of the Greed Church, as if to say, little brother, say it, say you disagree.

Albert and Ford looked at Curtis and sighed secretly, as if they had expected Curtis's statement.

Curtis, dressed in a black robe, sat silently in his seat, thinking about the conversation he had with the Greedy Demon some time ago. Ryan... was not their enemy. If possible... he should be handed over to them.

Curtis narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly, "The Church of the Seven Deadly Sins... agrees to the redivision."

Curtis' words stunned everyone in the room.

Tiberius and Bertrand's eyes were filled with disbelief. They were...backstabbed...

The Elf King and the Elf Queen frowned slightly.

Albert and Ford looked at Curtis with their eyes widened slightly. This...this is not one of ours?

Curtis's statement directly fixed the number of votes for "redistricting" at 7, directly finalizing the redistribution.

Albert and Ford looked at Curtis, their eyes not full of surprise, but still with a hint of doubt.

What Ford didn't expect was that Curtis actually smiled at him...

This smile made Ford feel a little nauseous. He frowned and looked at Curtis with a puzzled look.

Harry, who was standing nearby, saw that everyone had voted and spoke with a smile.

"Agree: seven votes, oppose: four votes, abstention: one vote."

"Then... according to the agreement, the distribution of Mist Tokens needs to be replanned."

"Then... everyone, how should we divide it up?"

Harris raised another question.

For a moment, everyone was silent, thinking.

Seeing everyone was silent, Harry smiled and made a suggestion, "I do have a suggestion. Do you want to hear it?"

Hearing this, everyone at the twelve round tables looked at Harry, and the leader of the Church of Light, Granger, nodded.

"Hutchins, go ahead."

Harry laughed and said, "Having the top fighters from each faction fight to determine the distribution of the Mist Tokens seems a bit unkind."

"Besides, the older generation like us can't even get the Mist Token, so... why not let the younger generation fight for it?"

"There's an inherent secret realm near Eselon. Although the monsters there aren't very strong, that secret realm was transformed by the legendary seventh-level space magician."

"The safety of the younger generations is not a problem. Why don't we spread the Mist Tokens throughout that inherent secret realm and let the younger generations fight for it themselves?"

Hartz's words made everyone's eyes light up. Indeed, what Hartz said was indeed a good idea.

Ford, who was sitting in the left seat, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes. He knew that Ryan had the combat power of the sixth level. If Ryan entered this secret realm, wouldn't he be like a fish in water, walking sideways?

But Ford suddenly didn't think of anything. Besides him, the Far East Lord Leon and the leader of the Greed Church Curtis also knew Ryan's true combat power.

Leon is now allied with the empire and will not tell anyone about this, but...what about Curtis?

Ford looked at Curtis. Curtis saw Ford looking at him and smiled at him, as if to say: I won't tell, I'm an ally.