How could a person be so shameless?
The Watson and the other manor owners were so angry that their eyes turned black when they saw Folson begged for mercy.
Who on earth did they invite to the battle? Where was his dignity as a silver-tier mage and his backbone as a human?
"Master Wilber, what should we do now?" A fat manor owner, who stood beside Wilber, asked him in a low voice; he looked panicked.
They had lost. Folson had been captured, and most of their men had died. Some had surrendered, but they had nothing. They were not enough to fill the gaps between the Golden Flash's teeth.
"What else can we do?"
