Inside the carriage, just as Amiel's voice fell, ripples began to oscillate on the seat opposite him, then a hand reached out and subsequently lifted to remove a hood, revealing Freeman's tall and robust figure in an instant. At this moment, the 'Blood Descendant's' brow was deeply furrowed as he stared at the lady from the Talin Faction with great dissatisfaction.
"No!
And...
Please show some respect to my father."
Having said that, the eyes of the 'Blood Descendant' began to turn fierce.
"Hah!"
Amiel let out a cold laugh, raised his left hand, and crossed his middle finger over his index finger, causing a cloak that could make him invisible to tightly bind the Blood Descendant, especially around his neck, sinking deep into the flesh.
'I might not be able to defeat Arthur, but how could I not defeat you?'
The lady from the Talin Faction was roaring in her heart.
And on the surface?
She still maintained a cheerful demeanor.
