"Miss Elze looks so serious! Didn't notice anything wrong?!"
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On a certain mountain top in the southeast of the Aoja Kingdom, the Minotaur Chief Tory was discussing matters with the elders of the Minotaur Tribe.
Tory was the strongest Minotaur among the entire Minotaur Race, nearly five meters tall, his rugged body covered in battle scars, each a badge of honor from the fights.
His sharp horns were full of power, seemingly capable of smashing through anything that blocked his path.
Every breath from his thick nostrils seemed like a foul-smelling breeze.
At this moment, Tory was listening to the Minotaur Tribe elder, who stood over three meters tall, speaking beside him.
"Lord Tory, Bichu'er is still overly suspicious, constantly guarding against our Minotaur Tribe, unwilling to assign important positions to people of our race."
Tory remained silent.
