Chapter 1804

Perseus spread his hands in a gesture of defeat and asked, "What's the point of all this? How can we possibly get along after this? Whatever—the deal's off. I'm out of here!" Having said that, Perseus let out a sigh, shook his head, and turned to walk away. "Wait!" Wyatt exclaimed, finally giving in and calling out to Perseus. "Yes?" Perseus asked, a hint of smugness in his voice and a barely concealed smirk on his face. "You're so much like your grandfather; even your way of speaking is identical," Wyatt said as he settled into the armchair, a weariness settling over him as though he had aged in mere moments. "I'm getting old now, and the future will inevitably be shaped by the younger generation. If that's the case, then so be it. Bring it out and show it to Perseus, Kent." Wyatt gestured to Kent, who then handed the sealed leather bag to Perseus. It was similar to the bag used by Council of Nine, bearing the label "Top Secret" on its surface. Perseus didn't even bother questi