That instant, Thales stopped breathing.
Eighteen years ago…
Herman Nate Jadestar…
Blade Fangs Camp…
Ricky's pupils suddenly shrank!
"You?"
He looked at Stake in a shocked and grave manner. He instinctively glanced in one certain direction, "The Ghost Prince… is you?"
Stake straightened his robe and revealed a perfect smile as he nodded his head. "I am."
Soon, the way everyone looked at Stake changed. Even Lasalle was not an exception.
Their looks ranged from wariness and disgust… to fear and shock.
Thales stared at Stake.
'If that's the case, he's…'
"Look, everyone has a past.
"There's a reason why Teng promoted me to be one of his assistants, then sent me to become the one in charge of Shadow Shield in Dragon Clouds City." Stake laughed. He spread his arms, and a bizarre grin appeared on his face.
He turned to Thales, still smiling.
