When he heard his subordinate's report, Viscount Kentvida inhaled deeply. He turned and stared at Putray again.
"What is this?" Kentvida asked coldly.
Putray arched an eyebrow and said nothing.
"What in the world are all of you thinking?"
Kentvida's expression was unpleasant. He walked until he was in front of Putray, he was half a head taller than the latter. With the height advantage, he seemed extremely powerful.
"Doing so much just to send a seven-year-old kid to the archduke?" Kentvida frowned tightly, his gaze was sharp and cold.
Putray exhaled slowly.
He missed the tobacco pipe and tobacco at his bosom a lot. Unfortunately, because his hands were bound, he could only stare at them and sigh. The vice diplomat ground his teeth to alleviate his smoking addiction.
"Then, in your opinion, what should we do now?"
