A small and somewhat sharp-faced Baro Hamlet was sitting upright in the study, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, indicating that he was in a good mood.
In fact, Baro's current mood was beyond imagination.
Twenty years!
Do you know how he lived through these ten years?
Every day he had to be with a dozen maids, continuously doing push-ups, and had to change a batch of maids from time to time, occasionally doing things only fools would do outside.
For what?
To paralyze his brother.
He did quite well.
His brother regarded him as a foolish younger brother.
Although he had been ridiculed, at least he was still alive, wasn't he?
He would not die as inexplicably as Dorn did.
Furthermore, he had waited for a chance to turn the tables!
Twenty years, he finally got the opportunity for his brother to truly leave Inner Bay—he knew what his brother was going to do.
So, he began to act without hesitation.
Because—
"Haha, die!
You really deserve to die!
The rest?
