"This is the right choice. Go now. If you feel guilty, then take care of my son."
"I don't have any burdens. During the Soul Wave Festival, remember to pour me some wine. Oh, and Red Sand Crab... If possible, marinated with Matt's fine brew would be best."
Seeing the two suddenly stop, Balazs couldn't help but stop as well.
Then he was shoved forward by the two of them.
Watching the two stand and wave in place, Balazs gritted his teeth and turned away.
Flames had already ignited on his limbs, spewing backward like jets of fire.
His speed instantly soared, leaping quickly toward where the general was located.
Meanwhile, the two who stood still were wrapped up by scarlet tentacles.
"Damn it, damn the royal family, damn Kriel."
Balazs ran, grinding his teeth and growling in a low voice.
This damned general had destroyed everything he had—wiped out all the success he built from nothing over the years.
