"Is he dead?"
Count Evan stowed his magic staff and asked with a sigh of relief.
This second son of the St. Prowse family was also a mage!
However, Anna still had a grim expression on her face.
Because she could feel the giant hand clutching her waist was not showing any signs of loosening!
Just as she was preparing to warn her brother, the giant black wings on the back of the giant before her suddenly stretched out.
The intricate arcane blood patterns all over his body suddenly bloomed with crimson light, as if some ancient magic array was activated at this moment.
"Ah!!!"
Anna let out a painful scream because Colin's giant hand not only didn't loosen, but it suddenly tightened its hold.
Crack!
Anna felt that more than half of her ribs were broken.
"Wait! Please wait!" Seeing the bad signs, Count Evan hurriedly shouted, "We are the direct descendants of the St. Prowse family, sir, surely you don't want to be stained with the blood of a member of the Holy Knight family?"
