"N-no objections." That demon clenched his chest that had an unknown number of broken ribs, and shook his head in agony. Although he had a protective amulet on him, the Ten Kings Palace wasn't within the protective range of it.
The other demons who were sitting on the same table with him quickly got up and backed off. They looked at their companions on the ground with suppressed anger.
The originally boisterous courtyard fell into a deathly silence. All the demons lowered their heads and averted their gazes, worried that the trouble might come to them. There were already some demons who had sneaked away secretly. It was too unsafe to sit with the fellows from Ten Kings Palace.
"I have an objection," a cold female voice commented.
The shivarra looked up and faced a circular stool surface directly. "Who—"
