Harvey froze, then smiled.

“You’re too humble. As a consul, your schemes and combat prowess should be no less than outstanding. Without any proper defenses, even Amos wouldn’t be a match against you, right?”

Stefan shook his head.

“You know me, Sir York.

“I don’t want to hear things like this. I want to win without a shadow of a doubt! I can only go all out if I have better odds at winning against Amos!

“I know that with your strength, I’ll definitely achieve that.

“Besides, you don’t have anything to lose in the situation, right?”

Harvey was impressed by Stefan’s honesty. It’d be better to show his sincerity by not hiding anything.

Harvey pondered for a moment, looking at Stefan with narrowed eyes. Stefan was holding his emotions back despite his wild ambition.

“Since we’re here already…” he said with a smile. “Let me give you something.”

Harvey scribbled on a piece of paper for a long time before handing it over.

“These are Amos’s weak spots. Simply put, they’re what’s ke