The martial practitioners who surrendered were brought to the Firecrown Household's underground prison.
Fredrinn was in a great mood and he even helped the guards in sending the prisoners to their cells. 'We gained fifty war horses and we also obtained the items of the martial practitioners. The ten million star coins was just a bonus.' He thought with a cheerful smile.
Thinking about this, he glanced at Raphael who was leaning against the wall inside his cell. Fredrinn gave him a thumbs up. "Yo! If it weren't for you, half of my horses would have died! Tell me if there's anything you want."
Raphael turned his head, an annoyed look flashed in his eyes. "Fuck off!"
"So feisty!" Fredrinn chuckled.
Raphael ignored his teasing words and turned his back on him.
"How about we make a deal?" Fredrinn's voice suddenly turned serious.
Raphael perked up his ears, but he acted as if he wasn't interested.
