"Heavyweight? Well, there is one, but—"
Kastelin Blue Thunder, who was as noisy as a parrot, suddenly paused. His gaze fell into the distance as he raised his hand and patted Sigurd Doran, who was sitting opposite him, and said,
"Look, here he comes."
"Who?" Sigurd Doran looked confused.
Following the direction of his finger, he suddenly realized,
"Oh, that guy, no wonder. If it's him, then our chances are quite good. Although not as strong as the Aton Underworld Clan, securing a top ten position isn't an issue."
A luxurious airship slowly descended onto the central square's docking platform, the exclusive thunder dragon crest indicating it was the chieftain's personal airship.
The ladder was lowered, and two beautiful and elegant flight attendants laid down a red carpet. Red dragonite security guards set up a barricade to clear the area for the guests, while also instructing the band to play music, creating an extremely intricate scene.
