Moreover, Ansel probably promised to let him continue to manage his own people, that is, he just lost the identity of the grand lord. You know, in the territory of Hydral, it means becoming a subject of Hydral. To exchange the identity of the grand lord for the identity of a subject of Hydral... it's simply a big profit!
"You really are... a genius, Ansel, my genius, my devil."
Evora sighed softly, exhaled hot breath, poured wine on Ansel's neck, hugged his shoulders, and slowly licked his throat and collarbone.
Suellen was informing Ephesande, so her conflict with that old thing was inevitable.
This time it was the mechanical armor, and next time it would be something else. After all, the conflict between Evora and Ephesande was too deep.
Meanwhile, she couldn't easily move Suellen, after all, that would mean that the aging god and the young god had completely fallen out.
