"Compared to mechanical products, I believe there are even more admirable things about them."
Suddenly, a discordant voice rang out coldly.
Here it came.
Farrelan's heart sank as he looked towards the speaker—when he removed the fake skin from his face, revealing his true identity, the nobles of the Royal City instantly recognized him.
"Blooming Excalibur" Mekefa.
"Royal, Royal Guards?"
"How did he get in here?"
No, had he just revealed his true self outright? Farrelan found it hard to believe, he had thought that even these people would have prepared some kind of unforeseen assassination. Now by confronting Duke Longjiu this way, what was the point?
Sure enough, several guards immediately stood out from beside the Duke—not dressing conspicuously, but undoubtedly first-class fighters, each one of them, to be the Duke's close protection.
Not to mention the armed guards and heavily armored warriors in the hall.
