A few moments later, mercenaries dragged a man in front of the King.
Ezekiel furrowed his brows when he recognized him. Wasn't he the butcher in the dungeon, who was caught by Kristov in the marketplace? He had his men investigate him, but he had few information. Ezekiel did not expect him to be of use to the Pho Clan against the Salren Clan.
The man knelt on his knees and bowed to the king. Trembling, he pushed himself to speak. "I greet His Majesty… I am Greadi, a humble butcher at the marketplace at day… and a rebel at night."
"Mister, tell His Majesty everything you know," Prince Kristov told him.
"The truth is," the butcher glanced at Kristov, who nodded at him, "We rebels were conspiring with the Salren Clan to overthrow the previous King… it is under the Rebel King's order."
"It is high treason! My King, please be wise and punish them!" Clan Leader Owen took a quick look at Yaleep, "Execute the Clan Leader and the whole Salren Clan!"
