Huha, huha.
Monte sprinted full speed across the palace with his hands dangling behind him.
This would be the first time he ran around the palace in such an ugly way. If he had a choice, he would never want to show this side of himself but… Prince Svenson was dead! In the hands of the Snake Sect Demon Hunter!
Until this very moment, Monte still dared not believe what he heard. His mind was blank, as white as paper with only a single sentence written on it, which was Edatine VI's direct order: bring that Snake Sect Hunter to him!
With the order in mind, as the close vassal, Monte had to put in the extra effort.
When he ran back into the grand hall and saw the royal court agents confronting the Snake Sect Demon Hunters, Monte slightly heaved a breath of relief.
Still manageable! Still manageable! Things hadn't gone completely south!
