To ensure the stability of the polygonal aristocracy and the sanctity of its origins remained untainted, the polygons would never allow such new thoughts to emerge.
Even if they could convince the wisest of this nation, they would still be secretly executed without any exceptions.
I must run!
Yu Liang made up his mind, he would rather be hunted by the minions of the polygons than to confess everything in the cold and damp prison.
"Regille, help me," he whispered softly.
There weren't many who could help him now, Regille might be one, but he wasn't sure about that.
After all, they had only just met yesterday.
"What's wrong?" To be honest, the sharp-witted Regille had already sensed that something was amiss. She had originally thought too simply of the matter, intending to use it to increase her political leverage. Now it seemed fraught with crisis, so she planned to feign ignorance and muddle through the immediate situation first.
