"You…!"
The venomous snake in the container widened its eyes. The dark green liquid around it bubbled crazily.
He had never expected that the Death Crow, who had always had no desires and only did things for the treasure thieves, would suddenly do such an extreme move.
"Countess Sisre's funeral!”
"It was that time. Do you still remember?"
Viper said anxiously.
He was afraid that if he was any slower, the dead crow would crush his brain.
He really crushed his brain.
"I've never betrayed the treasure group and joined other forces. It's just that, at the funeral morgue, a guy from the Winter Kingdom came looking for me!”
Viper's eyes revealed a look of recollection.
This was really an old thing from many years ago. At that time, he was not the leader of the Snake Clan, and alchemy technology had not been born yet.
