He thought.
Moments later, Amendo's hoarse voice broke the silence.
"Now, let us meet the other Guardians, you need to understand the top-tier combat forces of the Trolians."
He led the three of them toward the bronze seats above the steps.
Rod counted, there were a total of fifty-two seats at the scene, and he asked, "Your Excellency Amendo, do we have fifty-two Guardians in total?"
Amendo's expression turned gloomy.
"In our most prosperous times, we had a total of fifty-two Guardians, that was many, many years ago. Now, including the newly promoted you, we only have thirty-three."
He raised his withered finger, pointing to the three seats at the bottom.
"Those are your seats."
Across the bronze long seat, a flash of fire passed, and their three names emerged on the backs of the chairs.
Rod was relieved to see that only his name was engraved on his seat, without any prefix.
"Of course,"
added Amendo.
