In the Administration Hall of Garth City, a low-ranking official took an uneasy breath and encouraged himself to walk into the office with a pile of papers in his hand.
After a while, he came out with a pale face and slightly trembling legs.
"Jack, what's wrong with you today? Your face is terribly pale! Did the Consul blame you for your bad behavior?" a maid close to him asked curiously.
He shook his head and whispered, "No. But the Consul seems to be in a bad mood today. He frowns all the time, unconsciously sending out a killing intent killing. Standing in front of him, I always worry about whether he will pull out his sword in the next second..."
"Why would he draw his sword? To make sashimi?" the maid asked with a smile.
"I am not as brave as you..." Jack grinned bitterly and shook his head. "Although I know he won't cut me, I still can't help but be afraid."
