On the floor, several men were currently shivering from fear.
They were just poor messengers, so why did they have to be treated as such?
Their eyes met the Tyrant's, and they unconsciously felt like begging for mercy.
Their thin frail bodies trembled, as they watched the tyranny place the letter that they had just delivered on his table.
Heavens!.... why them?
As for the tyrant in question, he looked at them in rage while wringing his handkerchief.
Of course the tyrant in question, was none other than Nopline.
He was wearing thick blue robes, and his entire outfit was made even more pronounced with all the jewelry on him.
He had several rings on all 10 fingers, as well as several gold chains around his neck as well.
In short, the man looked like Money.
Shaking his big butt on his chair, he struggled to get up from his seat with the assistance of some of his men around.
