Chapter 832 - Cellar

Good news said the first thought, Bleu wasn't shy in pulling the king into a back-room, he obviously kept a strong watch on the passersby, "-pardon?" inquired Igna, the stagnant space breathed into life by particles of dust – the very suspicious lawyer kept a strong arm on the door, he refused to release the handle, in a way, the gesture tilted more towards terror opposed to conniving. At last, he breathed a sigh, covered his mouth, and ambled into the darkened space.