The Minister of Torture winced at the comment, but before he could response, the burly Defense Minister held his shoulder, denying his chance to retort.
A moment later, the two headed towards the rest of the group.
"Ah," the Minister of Magic said, sighing tiredly.
"He's… a bit of a creep. Forgive him, yes? Please don't complain to the Pashah. Makes my life harder, you know? I don't want to deal with it."
Liam scoffed, but he let his silence answer.
He wasn't one to snitch.
Nor did he really care.
Eventually, the Trapped Reality colony was brimming with life again, housing a humble 18,000 cultivators from the Temple, but just 12 Ministers from the vampires.
When all introductions and briefings were done with, the two groups were ready to part ways.
"We'll be going, now," the Minister of Magic said, with the Security and Defense Minister to his side.
