"I said I understand!"
Luo De's expression remained calm, but the killing intent in his eyes made the smile on Keao Ge's face freeze instantly.
The temperature in the hall seemed to drop by a few degrees.
Keao Ge swallowed hard, forced himself to stop trembling, and closed his mouth while keeping his head down.
Luo De waved his hand at Lawrence.
Lawrence immediately understood and stepped forward,
"Come, messenger, I'll take you to rest."
"Alright, thank you."
There was a slight tremor in Keao Ge's voice.
As soon as he walked out the door, he was surrounded by four Frost Iron Guards and escorted to a wooden hut to rest.
Keao Ge had just left when Wolfhoof immediately turned to Luo De and said,
"Saint Master, just nod, and I'll hang him up and strangle him!"
"Wolfhoof, as much as I'd like to, we can't kill this messenger."
Durant looked at Wolfhoof, somewhat helplessly, "Not only would that violate Empire laws, but it would also bring scorn from other nobles."
