When it was finally the turn of their cart to be checked upon reaching the gate, a guard moved the curtain of the cart aside and looked inside.
Drayce spoke humbly as he lowered his gaze to hide his eyes, "For the Marquis's special guest."
The guard immediately understood and closed the curtain right away, but his gaze made Arlan pale. When he glanced at Arlan, it was as if he's saying, 'so he is the one tonight'; however, as a mere guard, he dared not make that demonic special guest wait for his feast.
Disgust was crawling all over Arlan, and he was ready to step out of the cart. "I'm not doing it! I'm not doing it! We already sneaked inside, and this is good enou—"
Drayce held his hand to stop him, "Yes, we are already inside the fortress, but do you want everyone to die?"
Arlan sat back and frowned as he looked at his friend, who was looking back at him calmly. "You sure are enjoying this, Drayce."
