The Shapeshifter Lord, summoned by William from the reception room, was met with sympathetic glances from the others.
Being called out like that, he was most likely doomed!
William, having called out the Shapeshifter Lord, asked, "What's your name?"
"My lord, I am named Oxys Ironhoof." Oxys trembled and lowered his head, not daring to look at William.
"Oxys Ironhoof?" William couldn't help but praise, "Good name!"
Hearing William say this, Oxys was so frightened that he knelt down again.
Bang!
The floor beneath his knees cracked open once more, and the whole base shook violently as if struck by an earthquake.
"Please spare my life!" Oxys exclaimed.
"..." William didn't find himself to be that terrifying.
He had always considered himself quite benign. How did a compliment from him end up scaring Oxys to this extent?
"You needn't fear, I generally do not take lives," William said indifferently.
"..."
