The sunlight in the square seemed to pause for a moment.
Then it resumed its flow.
But Keshia could feel that she was enveloped by an invisible forcefield, as if, at a thought from the young Holy Knight in front of her, she would be crushed like an ant.
No one can remain calm under the threat of death.
Keshia's delicate body started trembling, her fair forehead was already covered with a fine sheen of cold sweat. At this moment, she was like a fragile rose in a storm, at risk of being battered at any time.
"Hand me that edict, and I can let the Lloyd Family off,"
The words from Colin seemed to come from the heavens, carrying an awe-inspiring grandeur.
But Keshia stubbornly bit her lip, allowing the bright blood to slowly seep from between her teeth and said forcefully,
"As long as you spare...the Lloyd Family...the edict...will never be publicized..."
It seemed similar to Colin's demand, but the initiative was completely reversed.
