"What? That short, frumpy old fossil mentioned this Count?!"
Count Brand had just returned to the Tree Hall after picking up two pieces of gray gravel crystal from the riverbank. Hearing Chen Yu's news, the color drained from his face, and he wished he could sprout an extra pair of wings and fly away immediately.
"It's over, it's over! That fellow Arthur has fallen into her hands. He's a dead man. He'll definitely be horribly abused, then torn apart into a pile of bones and thrown into a cauldron to be boiled into soup."
He paced back and forth in a panic, feathers puffed up. His mind even began to sketch out the scene of Arthur's miserable funeral.
Chen Yu slowly squelched his way closer.
"Arthur is fine. He hasn't revealed anything about you. He's living in a farmhouse with some fellow Undead and even has an Elf for company. He just won't be back for a while."
"What?!"
