“Turs’ waking hours are getting shorter and shorter.”
From being unconscious for an hour each day to now only being awake for an hour a day, Turs' condition is almost beyond repair.
"Therefore, those people must be brought to justice before that day comes."
Those...
"How dare you damage the idol! You will surely be punished by the gods... Ugh!"
puff.
Accompanied by a comical sound that seemed to come from someone unable to hold back laughter, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the wailing in the ears came to an abrupt end.
The room returned to silence.
Ning Feng withdrew his raised finger and paced back and forth.
"There's one more thing...should I tell him the truth?"
"Can he really handle it now? But he has the right to know the truth."
Ning Feng once thought that keeping it a secret was the best solution, but now he feels that it is not appropriate and that he has no right to do so.
Dongdong.
The respectful knocking made Ning Feng pause, and he looked at the door, where he "saw" a servant with his head bowed outside.
“My Lord Prophet, a group of nobles requests a private meeting with you.”
Has it finally arrived?
Ning Feng put aside his thoughts, turned around, and pushed open the door.
What is his name?
Which noble family could it be?
However, in private conversations, they are probably not among the top-tier companies.
The servant bowed and handed the thorn scepter to the prophet, speaking respectfully.
"The other party came alone, seemingly a representative chosen by some minor nobles, but did not reveal his name, instead referring to himself as a duke."
A duke? And, in his own name?
Suddenly intrigued, Ning Feng leaned on his cane and began to walk.
"What duke?"
"The Duchess Jaslin".
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