Zhao Luo looked at Mo Suo with calm eyes while pulling back Ifrit and storing it in his storage space.
"I asked, What are you doing with my slave?"
Mo Suo inquired angrily as he looked at the calm demeanor of Zhao Luo.
A moment ago Zhao Luo's ferociousness was over the roof and it seemed like he was ready to slay Big Bean but now he looked somewhat delighted behind his calm expression.
"What do you think? I am taking his life as you have already told me."
Zhao Luo told Mo Suo as he placed his hand on Big Bean's shoulder.
'Nobody's a slave. No matter what their status at birth is, no circumstances can decide one's freedom.'
Zhao Luo whispered this to Big Bean whose eyes shined and such a big fellow could be seen tearing up.
"You..."
Looking at this Mo Suo clenched his jaws.
'I was fooled.'
'By a commoner.'
'I, the king of this hall, fell for a pleasant's words.'
