Shea had already put her bowl and chopsticks to the side, and Ravel’s message had left her with no appetite to touch the lamb in the hot pot.
When Shea learned that some of the missing upper echelons of the eight great families were being held in the dungeon, the temperature in the corridor had dropped significantly.
Frost gradually formed on the glass, and shier was in a very bad mood.
‘Lord Ordus is also here, Your Majesty... is the thing that you asked for help to put in the message really useful?’
The Frost Wolf Clan reported several names in succession in the message, and shier remembered all of them.
Because the judges who disguised these people had all become the souls of the dead under Shier’s sword, but the judges did not kill their original bodies. Instead, they locked them up in a dungeon somewhere.
Shier did not know whether this news was good or bad for shier..
