"Go home."
Hearing Thales's words and taking another look at his figure, Ostro couldn't help but burst into cold laughter without any regard.
"Not many have the privilege to settle down here, kid."
Behind him, the Brotherhood thugs, their wrists tied with black silk ribbons, laughed heh heh with cold disdain. They looked fierce, staring with malicious intent at the three people trapped at the intersection of the alley.
You don't know that.
With a smirk, Thales remained calm and composed.
He looked straight past Ostro, as if he didn't see him:
"Where's your leader?"
"I'd like to have a word with him."
The smile on Thunder Axe's face vanished.
"Your Highness… Wyatt?" Golov showed a worried expression.
What was the prince up to now?
"Ah? Oh, right, Wyatt, was it?" Cohen was confused for a moment before he reacted, first with puzzlement, then with excitement on his face: "What, you want to do it how?"
Just like back in the Northland, are you trying to save the world again?
