The warden?
Thales felt tense as he recalled something. He strode forward quickly. Quick Rope caught the crossbow thrown at him in a flurry of motion and struggled to catch up to Thales with Canon trailing behind him.
"When you put us in prison, we didn't forget your face," Zakriel's voice revealed some dejection.
The white knight in front of his eyes retained the same expression, though a hint of boredom appeared on his exquisite face.
"You should be in the dungeon, not here," the handsome man said. Zakriel shook his head. He did not say anything.
The surrounding cavaliers drew closer. They almost dyed the yellow sand dune black. They were a piercing and oppressive sight.
The man in white turned around, the skull on his left shoulder shook faintly. He glared at Ricky sitting on the ground.
