"Just do whatever you plan to Lapella! But as long as I'm still a Duke here I won't let you win!" Jasper pounded his wooden table, cracks formed in the hard table and black ink spilled onto the carpet. However, Jasper had to do that to cool his head. At this time, a black streak ran down his temple. His nails were elongated and he could transform at any time.
The Duke angrily opened his desk drawer and took out a cigar box made of gilded copper. Trembling, his hand grabbed a stick of tobacco mixed with herbs and burned it. He blew the smoke hard into Igor's face. Right now, the rebel leader looked furious.
"Go away, I've called the knights. Just hope I'm sane enough not to kill you on the spot. You said that I was a cold-blooded killer yourself, didn't you?" .asper continued again in a fast tone, there was still some unease from his words.
"This is your last chance, your grace. Do you want to join or not?"
