"Uncle or Grandpa Atherton?"
The blood clan would now be just like other races in this world who could live honestly and openly!
The King was so busy with various diplomatic and political plans that he overlooked Joan, who had already entered the tent.
After all, Joan was also close to the blood clan, and the king lowered his guard around Joan.
However, the moment Ainsley walked a little further into the tent, the king finally sensed an aura he had never felt before, but it wasn't full of danger or malice.
On the other hand, he felt close to this strange aura, as if they were relatives.
The person who suddenly came shared a similar breath with Joan!
The king slowly lifted his head with a cold expression on his face, but his sharp eyesight immediately caught the sight of a little someone next to Joan.
The stranger was not as tall as Joan's waist, looking shorter than kids around her age.