C237 The Earl's Praise

Presley found himself growing envious of Rinn's fortune.

Before long, his expression darkened, and he muttered a curse under his breath, "Emperor my foot! This guy has to die! There's no question about it!"

Eventually, after wallowing briefly in his gloom, Presley rallied his spirits.

He had just set two firm goals for himself in silence.

The game must go on forever