"Enough!"
Ricky raised his voice. He ordered the mercenaries to put away their weapons and return to their original positions.
He was looking at the three people impatiently. "I don't care about your internal conflicts, whether it's within the Secret Room or within Eckstedt itself."
Lasalle and Dean both looked at each other before they looked away.
Ricky's patience seemed to have reached its limit. "Now, the three of you, tell me… where is the Prince of Constellation?"
Thales' nerves tensed again!
Quick Rope, however, sighed and patted his chest once he was no longer under Dean's scrutiny.
Dean snorted coldly and turned around.
"What has it got to do with you lot?"
Once he said that, Stake, Lasalle, and the Disaster Swords all frowned.
Ricky gently tilted his head, and his eyes shone with a cold glare.
