Once Draven was gone, the guard swept his gaze around the room. Without warning, he strode over, yanked open a cage, and grabbed Lin by the neck, lifted him up and threw him inside the cage. Slammed the bar and left.
"Damn, that hurt so bad." For a few seconds, he couldn't even move as pain throbbed through his body.
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Outside
Caelum Draven stepped out of the narrow path, jaw tight. "How long will this take?" He wondered, frustration bubbling beneath his calm. "I don't need much—just a pair. Just one pair of goats, and the prince will be able to fulfill his promise. After that, achieving my goals will be easy."
As he entered the courtyard, he saw three prisoners in black, kneeling in the mud with their heads bowed. Seeing them, his gaze sharpened, and an invisible killing intent was released from his body. Old Wen with white hair raised his voice. "Young master, we captured these three, but their tongues have already been cut off. We found these blades on them."
