Bedivere couldn't help but feel a tightness in his chest.
This was it. They were done for.
Although they could use the excuse of cleansing deathly aura to run around the world, their freedom was not absolute.
If it were the east, it would have been fine; the elves' airspace was basically open to them, and the audit system wasn't strict. A situation like this could usually be resolved with just a word or two.
But this was an area covered by the Lion King's trade network.
Everything had to follow the rules of the Institute of Truth.
But... at a time like this, Ying Xian Mountain was facing a major crisis. How could someone still be checking their flying permit!?
Bedivere's mind was racing as he immediately counter-asked:
"Who are you, you..."
He hadn't finished his sentence when Simon pulled out a bunch of documents, holding them in his hand, and looked at him leisurely.
A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
Xiao Bei panicked.
"Sorry... I don't have..."
