The nobles and shamans were also distraught, and it was indeed strange that today, disrupted by this Shaman of Divine Songs, there was an air of neither ruler nor vassal. In the past, such a situation would have been unthinkable. What on earth happened today?
When it came to eloquence, several sharp-witted officials found themselves unable to out-talk this coarse-speaking Piegel. As for martial prowess, aside from Mourinho, nobody in the entire grandstand was a match for this fellow who owned a super-tier magical pet.
What was even more fatal was that this guy was also a Shaman of Divine Songs. With that title to his name, many underhanded moves were futile against him.
"Since it is His Majesty's insistence, then let us allow Miss Qian Qian to explain the origins of the combat song!" Wolf's chief, Quentin, was no ordinary character, and swiftly quenched his anger, his expression returning to its usual calm.
