"Okay," Drayken replied with calmness in his tone. He had already expected the king's visit.
He stood up and went to the windows, peering at the five blood moons hanging in the sky:
"I just didn't expect that I would be invited in the nighttime?" he shrugged with nonchalance. "Is he going to silence me or something?"
There was a little alarm ringing in his heart; one had to be very attentive to their surroundings, otherwise they wouldn't even know when or how they died!
Especially since this place was this dangerous world, and he was a weakling even now.
If he was attacked, then he would definitely die right there and then—there was likely no way for him to survive if they chose to kill him.
"Oh, well." Shaking his distracting thoughts away from his head, Drayken walked towards the door and opened it. Immediately, a man in brightly shining armour appeared in front of him, with his left eye scarred—he looked rather fierce.
