Wind turned on his heel to leave, feeling so unbearable angry that he even spat on the ground in Paland's direction to express his disdain.
Truly a waste of his time and effort, traveling a long distance here for nothing, and even bringing anger upon himself.
Paland gloomily looked at this stubborn, unappreciative old man; his patience was exhausted. He tilted his head, signaling the Bloodsucking Bat Beastmen beside him with a slight jerk of his chin.
Just as Wind was about to step out of the tent, the outside light just touching his eyes, he was grabbed by two burly beastmen, his arms pinned tightly behind his back. The old face was full of astonishment and indignation.
This brat, you dare!
"What is the meaning of this? Let me go! This is an act of declaring war!"
