Switzerland, the city of forgetfulness.

In the luxurious and exquisite office, a certain head of a branch of the Lin Clan, who was known to call the shots in the outside world, carefully retreated backwards from the office with a respectful smile.

The knight stood in the doorway, watching him silently, expressionless.

The older man, who looked to be over fifty years old, shook the knight's hand with a warm smile and exchanged feelings before leaving contentedly.

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