Is he a loyal minister who wants to set things right, a treacherous minister who wants to install a puppet ruler, or a speculator with a keen sense of opportunity...?
Vili's lips curved slightly as he tossed the letter lightly to the ground, landing right in front of the white wolf.
After reading the contents, Dario was stunned.
"Want to give it a try?"
"Maybe it's a chance to rise to the top in one step."
But they might also be burned to ashes, becoming victims of power, a cold, lifeless name.
Elijah gave the choice to Vili, who in turn gave it to Dario.
Whether the werewolf noticed or not, Vili's attitude toward him had indeed subtly changed since that full moon.
Hugs and proactive physical contact are decreasing silently, not to mention the bite stopper that has now been lost, which was meant to stop his "kissing" as a kind of desensitization training.
Whether it's a dog or a wolf, a pet or a person... eventually, a conclusion must be reached.
Now is the time to address this hidden danger.
Dario looked up at Vili, his icy blue eyes trembling slightly, a silent emotion flowing in the air, but in the end he couldn't resist the boy, and the white wolf lowered his head.
"Think about it carefully."
Willy gently patted its head, his fingertips brushing against its ear before quickly separating.
Dario stood there for a moment, then bent down, picked up the letter, and left the restaurant step by step.
Now there's only one left.
Deville took a barely perceptible deep breath, bracing himself, and looked at the red-haired man.
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