~ Third Person's Point of View ~
The man slowly stood and tried to get out of the container.
However, it was made of pure iron and steel that was hard and tough to be broken.
"You–your honour, it seemed like he's telling us the truth! His arms are clean and in a good condition!"
The guard whispered.
But, Barbaro looked at the man carefully. He knew and felt that there's something dubious that would transpire.
"Stay away from here!"
"Barbaro!"
Zeln uttered his name as he saw him at the entrance.
Everyone watched over him until Barbaro come into a conclusion.
"Sooner or later, the wound on his nape will bring all of us in danger."
The man gave him an abrupt laugh as he walked closer to him.
He wore a long, white robe. It was flourished and garnished with a red fabric that embroidered with such wonderful and grandiose emblems and adornments.
