"No wonder there are strange traces of concealment; all of this is actually manmade..."
Seeing Bonnie bite her red lips tightly and muster the courage to ask, "Are human lives not even worth as much as a demon beast?"
"Turns out there's quite a nice little girl here."
Looking up and down at Bonnie's delicate body, Cliff licked his cracked lips as if discovering a new world, "Maybe this lord can let you die a little later."
Gazing at Bonnie's blood-streaked fair face, Cliff sneered coldly, "As for your question, I can clearly answer you: I am a nobleman, a member of high society, whereas you lowly town mercenaries are no better than pigs and dogs in my eyes."
"You..."
Bonnie was at a loss for words but didn't know how to argue back.
And the lewd, fierce gaze from her opponent made her hair bristle, leaving her too afraid to speak.
