"What are the Black Knights of Silver City plotting, where have they gone?" Marquis Bolton angrily pounded on the door of the room, but the door on this airship wasn't something an ordinary person like him could break down.
His hands were bleeding, yet the door showed no signs of damage.
Lao Shiyi leaned against the doorway, holding a glass filled with ice cream in one hand and a small pure gold spoon in the other.
He said nonchalantly, "Bolton, this isn't something you should be involved in. You'd better worry about your wife than your butler."
Bolton paused in his speech: "Why worry about my wife? She's the Fifth Princess of the Royal Family, who would dare touch her?"
