Quintus suddenly directed his gaze at another elderly man with red hair and asked, “What’s your take, Quentyn?”

Twirling his beard, the red-haired elder known as Quentyn pondered for a while. Then, he asked, “Is the mortal’s Chosen One?”

Xanthakos hastily clasped Quentyn’s hand and exclaimed, Quentyn, your insight is remarkable, this…”

Quentyn abruptly interrupted, saying gravely, “Are you incapable of dealing with him? If so, then this young man treads a dangerous path between darkness and righteousness.”

Xanthakos narrowed his eyes and snorted disdainfully, “He’s a man driven by profit, ruthless, and cunning. Yet, he cares deeply for his wife. To gain control over him, it’s necessary to gain control of his weakness.”

Quentyn inquired with keen interest, “And where is his weakness?”

Xanthakos met his gaze and replied, “I have her. However, it’s a card a plan to keep and play only in dire circumstances. While trying to eliminate him as a threat, my aim is still to win him over an