At this moment.
In the distant bloodline tower.
In a room, Aisha was lying quietly on a bed. Her face was pale, and she was surrounded by warlocks one after another.
There were about twenty warlocks, and all of them had unsightly expressions.
"Everyone, let's talk about this. Tower master Alice has fallen into a coma, and Kriman has given us an ultimatum. How should we deal with this? " A Warlock looked at Aisha on the bed and said worriedly.
"I think we should leave this matter to Sir Herman. He hasn't shown up for hundreds of years. It's not like he died." An old Warlock said.
The higher-ups were all third-circle warlocks, so they naturally knew about Herman. That was why they were so determined to reject Kriman.
Their bloodline tower also had a celestial, but it didn't care.
"Victor is right. Let's leave it to His Excellency. I heard that Nikola has gone to see his Excellency." A Warlock nodded, and the others all agreed.
