The man pulled out his sword from his black robe, and the breeze blew by, and the dark clouds that covered the purple moon quietly floated away, and the hazy light shone again on the earth.

Before Borva could react, she saw a silver light flashing, her eyes wide open with incredible surprise.

"Dang--"

The crisp sound of the dagger falling to the ground echoed. At the moment before his death, Borva seemed to hear blood spraying from his neck with the sound of the wind.

Fall down.

The man in black robe raised his head and looked at a roof.

"I hope your intelligence is not wrong."

A figure walked out from the roof chimney and shook his head.

"My intelligence is not wrong. Now you need to meet with me with His Highness the Great Prince."

"Why?"
Chapter completed!