"So, do we still have to work little by little?"
"What else? It's already a civilized society now, not the era of lords looting from each other!"
Serey showed a hint of sympathy, "I can only say you were born in the wrong era. If I had known you a few hundred years ago, I'd definitely take you raiding."
Bologue waved his hand forcefully, opened the door, he just wanted to leave this damned place as soon as possible.
"Yo! Serey, see you next time!"
As he left, Palmer did not forget to greet Serey.
"What's with the grudge you Clarks have?" Bologue asked Palmer.
"Huh? Actually, the grudge isn't that deep. After the Dawn War, we Clarks made a lot off them, it was quite profitable," Palmer replied, "Of course, if those old geezers knew I was getting close to the Villeries, they'd definitely be pissed."
"Sometimes the enemy of your enemy is your friend. If it can annoy those geezers, I don't mind being a brother to Serey."
