In a dark room, Millies opened his eyes, revealing an unusually grave expression.
Tang Zhen's words were still ringing in his ears at this moment.
After a series of incantations, the token in his hand instantly merged into milles 'body.
If it was an outsider, they would only be able to find the token on him if they searched his body.
"Ai, ai, ai, ai."
Milles sighed softly, hesitating.
If it was the milles of the past, he would definitely not believe that he was wavering. The pure-blood Magus who had originally been determined not to accept the rebellion was actually thinking about the possibility of a rebellion.
As long as there was a chance, milles would not think about this question, because it would make him feel ashamed.
To the pureblood sorcerers, the Sorcerer world was their true home, the source of the sorcerers 'rise.
Milles felt a wave of sorrow. He did not want to betray the camp, but he was determined to force him and his family to death.
