Patroclus remained calm and asked, "Who is in charge here?"
"That will be my father. However, if you have anything to say, you can tell me as well."
"Hehe. I am not talking about Carmen; he is nothing but a pawn. I want to see the Zerg who is behind all this. I know he is after the Ark and me, so here I am. Lead me to him!"
Patroclus stood with an unswerving conviction on his face. His words were laced with contempt toward the humanoid Zergs.
The sneer on Yalansili's face evaporated like a drop of water under the desert sun. She loathed the Ivantian Prince for calling her and her father 'pawns'. She believed that with the new body and abilities, they would eventually become the masters of both human and Zergs.
With her face knotted, Yalansili opened her mouth to refute Patroclus's comment. But suddenly, the anger disappeared from her face like an actress coming out of her role. She said with a newfound pleasant voice, "Mr. Patroclus, our master is expecting you."
