The sinister man in a white suit stood by the window.
He squinted his eyes, staring fixedly at the steel monster soaring above, its passage stirring the snowflakes on the ground as his tie danced wildly in the wind.
Frank observed carefully; there were no cries of panic from any local residents outside the window.
People were exuberant instead; be it soldiers patrolling the territory or workers wielding tools, their eyes were filled with hope.
Undoubtedly, that was a genuine 'Ark War Chariot'!
A new type of war chariot he had never seen before…
Frank withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and looked at the scattered fragments of art treasures, the emaciated man sank completely into silence.
"Are you crazy?! Charles!"
A stout merchant with a face full of flesh, fingers laden with gemstone rings, roared out: "You were clearly warned by Mr. Frank not to play any tricks! You bastard!"
"How dare you do this?! What gives you the courage?!"
