"These are sorcerer lords; they will conduct a thorough check on your bodies, so everyone needs to cooperate nicely," City Lord's eldest son Nelsey stepped forward and gently instructed to prevent any conflicts with the distinguished guests.
"City Lord, please spare our lives, we truly didn't intend to hurt anyone, City Lord, have mercy on us." Hearing his words and catching a glimpse of the apprentices in sorcerer robes, someone in the cell got so scared that they quickly began pleading for mercy, and the others followed suit.
Nelsey's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the commoners kneeling on the ground.
City Lord Simmons also felt awkward, as if there were thorns in his back, almost wishing he could drag the ringleader out and flog them.
"All of you shut up!"
Simmons controlled the situation with a furious shout.
It was only under Simmons's pacification and suppression that the group was willing to undergo the checkup and questioning.
