Blown by the evening wind, Thelon felt his backside trembling, and the smile on his face was harder to bear than a cry.
He only hated Baron Elaric.
If it weren't for that guy neglecting him at the banquet, how could he have believed the false words of traitors and fallen into the hands of a bunch of robbers?
However, what he didn't know was that Baron Elaric's situation at the moment wasn't very optimistic either; they just had different troubles.
His outcome may not be bad.
He was just like a pig on display; cared for by anyone meant being cared for.
The King could care for him.
The Demon King could certainly care for him too.
Whether Thelon's pants had dried or not, the "instructor" of all Salvation Army intelligence personnel had already brought the Earl Domain's seal to the esteemed Demon King.
At the outskirts of the Salvation Army camp.
A graceful shadow silently appeared beside Luo Yan, kneeled on one knee, and presented a wooden box with golden edges.
