He's So Fierce, I'm Very Scared

Aulden was stupefied.

He merely exerted his dominance in a little tavern, and did not expect to trifle with Abraham, the sleeping tiger.

Aulden's face had already become swollen, and it was beginning to hurt. He even had a few pieces of pig's ears hanging on his face. The red oil trickled down his face to his neck, dripping on his official suit, but he did not dare to wipe it away.

Abraham was known to be good-tempered. However, those of a certain age, or of a certain position, would know very clearly that he had killed two of his older brothers in the past to help the current king ascend his throne. He was a ruthless person.

"I wouldn't dare… I wouldn't dare…" Aulden quickly shook his head as drops of perspiration formed on his forehead.

As someone with a lot of experience in the political scene, being aware of the situation was basic. Aulden could tell that Abraham was in a bad mood right now.