"So far, there are already 30 households that have joined that Scythe..."
"Smack—" Before Henderson could finish speaking, his face was slapped hard.
In the Hunter's Hut amidst the autumn rain, a dark red brazier was burning, and Adrian sat by the simple walnut table, sprawled out.
"You said you could stop these monks, you've stopped them time and time again, has it been useful? Did it work?"
Adrian no longer had the cheerfulness and honesty he showed in front of Ansel, his eyes even reflecting the red light of the brazier, making him look as somber and menacing as an eagle.
"Just these two people, even Bryson can toy with you, do you still think he's on your side? Can you stop them?"
With his face swollen, Henderson mumbled bitterly, "Your Excellency, it's really very blue! They..."
"Just these two people, and it's still hard? Aren't you ashamed?"
