Graham was an expert and bold person. He did not hide, but his hands had already condensed magic power.
If there was anything unusual, he would immediately make a countermeasure.
"It's you! Pleater!"
"Graham, why are you here?"
Both of them looked at each other in surprise. They had not expected to meet each other.
Graham thought that Pleater's team had been destroyed, and Pleater thought that Graham's injuries had not recovered yet.
Now, the two of them could only prove that both of them were wrong.
"What's going on? Why is there a ghost with you, Pleater?"
Graham was extremely shocked. He had not expected Pleater to actually get along well with the ghosts.
Had he also been subdued by his master?
Pleater was extremely nervous. He did not know that Graham had already defected to Flanders.
