Why is it that the Fourth Crown Prince, with my secret protection, has encountered danger after danger in the[Nine Realms Sky], and has yet to gain any benefits; while this fellow has been thriving within it?
The subordinate of the Fourth Crown Prince looked at the Saintess of North Ice paying attention to his highness for less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, and then staring blankly at Master Lane like a love-struck fool, feeling helpless in his heart: It's over, she's definitely going astray!
Abner Lane saw the bunch of grapes, and the bottom line of the Seventh Level was broken! He made up his mind that as soon as this kid came out, he would take a few from him and reward his subordinates.
Master Lane had many capable people under him, after all, his foundation in Southern Prison Town Comforting Office was solid, but the realm of these people was somewhat lacking. The only Sixth Great Realm that Master Lane could fully trust now was Owen Bertram.
