Afternoon, Hartleys.
"I got it, I got it, I got the invitation."
Terry stood in the hall, excitedly waving the black-gold invitation in his hand, his face flushed with excitement, as if he had won a jackpot of billions.
Dave, sitting at the head, nodded satisfactorily, smiling as he said, "Great, getting it is good. This 'Hundred Clan Alliance' is crucial for us, Hartleys. Once we're in the alliance, we won't be fighting alone anymore."
"Dad's right, this is our chance for Hartleys to rise."
"Dad, you must personally attend the banquet this time. That's the only way to show the sincerity of our Hartleys."
Dave nodded solemnly, but then expressed his concern, "However, I heard that Daniel is organizing this banquet. What if we run into him..."
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