C251 It Would be a Pity to Let Elmer be Their President.

Capital of Lunamos.

In an exquisite pavilion.

A man in his sixties smiled flatteringly and said to an old man in a black robe sitting on the futon, "You are indeed Poison God, Your Highness. You are indeed extraordinary. Kaleb actually has the guts to return to the capital city. This time, he has returned in a dejected manner. His little granddaughter is probably not far from death