Jarvis gazed down at the leader of the hooded figures, who lay on the ground paralyzed with fear, yellow liquid soaking through his pants.
It was almost comical to see a dignified Tier 7 Legendary Knight reduced to this state.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Jarvis narrowed his eyes.
A flash of red light illuminated the scene as the leader's head shot into the air, blood gushing from his neck like a fountain.
With a simple wave of his hand, numerous storage rings floated up from the corpses around him and landed in his palm, his expression unchanged.
"Si… sir," Quill stammered, his voice trembling.
Turning around with an unruffled demeanor, Jarvis met Quill's fearful gaze. The guards instinctively took a few steps back.
Quill swallowed hard as beads of sweat rolled down his chubby cheeks. "Sir, could you escort me back to the Royal Capital? I'll reward you handsomely."
