In Pendragon's territory, everyone had to follow his rules. As long as his people didn't attack first, no outsider was allowed to harm his subjects.
However, to be honest, Hewitt really didn't care about anyone's rules.
The matchstick man let out a sharp laugh and then turned into black mist, surging into Hewitt's neck.
Hewitt twisted his neck:
"Sorry, what just happened?"
A few guards ran over, solemnly staring at Hewitt:
"What did you do?"
Hewitt kindly explained:
"Ah, it might be the demon inside me that escaped. I'm a demon hunter, and I imprison the evil demons I catch within my body. But sometimes they manage to get out briefly.
"Did it break the law? Do you want me to release it? You can put it in a cell."
This was not the truth.
The guards looked at each other.
A black-robed attendant walked out from behind the guards:
"What is your name, sir?"
Hewitt answered:
"Hewitt Drayton."
The attendant came up to him and took out a small badge from his pocket:
