"The Tower of Trial disappeared just now. You two were transported out one after the other, right? Only the two of you entered the Tower of Trial, correct?"
The Fire Elf looked coldly at Rosen, who was trapped in the Fire Prison.
The left hand clenched around the Monk's neck tightened again, causing the Monk to let out an even more painful groan.
The Monk wasn't new here, but in front of the Fire Elf, he was utterly powerless.
Clearly, this Fire Elf should be a Senior Lord.
There's a Fire Elf ranked tenth on the leaderboard who is a Steward of the Heaven and Earth Society.
That must be the one in front of us!
"I appear to be a rookie Lord, penniless and with nothing to gain. But the Monk you have looks good, he's an Experienced Lord, rolling in wealth. If you want to squeeze something out, go for him."
Rosen touched the Luck Dice in his pocket, a sly smile appearing on his face.
