My Words are Ancestral Teachings!
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
They let Jonah Shaw drag his injured body to fight Caspian Henderson.
The three of them had really made Braydon Neal angry.
The entire place was silent.
Dominic Lowe did not dare to make a sound. He stood at the side and swallowed his saliva. He kept blinking and walked away silently.
This old coward was obviously afraid!
Who wasn't afraid of the enraged Garrison King?
"Brother, forgive us!" Frediano Jadanza knelt on the ground and said hoarsely.
"If I had come a step later, would Jonah have died here today? What's wrong with the three of you? You're all grown up and are in a high position in the palace. You hold great power and are high above. Do you not even care about the lives of your comrades?
"You want to use the blood of your brothers to pave the way for the three of you to reach the top of the palace?" Braydon said indifferently.
"No!"