"Let's talk this through, you... why are you taking off your clothes?"
Julius Reed's eyebrows were tightly knit, "I warn you..."
"Hot..."
Nelson let out a light exclamation.
"Go on!"
Julius Reed picked up the towel on the table and covered his eyes, "We agreed that after drinking the wine, you can't trouble me."
"How could this humble woman dare..."
Nelson leaned against the bed, "Let's talk business."
"Alright!"
Julius Reed's throat moved, feeling a bit warm.
Thirsty.
Heart rate increasing.
Something isn't right.
"The Divine Dragon Tripod, in fact, had already disappeared thirteen years ago."
Nelson spoke faintly, "And the one responsible for safeguarding the Divine Dragon Tripod was your personal servant, Isabella Warm."
"Who?"
Julius Reed tensed up in an instant!
"Isabella Warm."
