This Is Ending For Sure Chapter 31

"In that case, the Central Church's actions this time are just routine?"

The middle-aged man with a 3:7 face was slumped on the sofa without any manners, pulling his beard with his hand, smacking his lips repeatedly, with a look of suspicion on his face.

This is the real termite in the western part of the empire, the Marquis of York.

He was a typical human noble, dressed in luxurious clothes and surrounded by servants. Unfortunately, he was good at pleasure and lazy at a young age. When he reached middle age, he was pot-bellied and greasy, which was completely different from Fëanor who had lived for tens of thousands of years but was still in his prime.

Especially when two people live in the same room and sit separately, this gap is more obvious.