The Strongest Criminal of the Wastelands
"Don't make me repeat it again. Where is my slave?"
The man who spoke was sat on a throne. He wasn't the king, but with him there, the king didn't dare to act like a king.
After all, the king was just a sixth level immortal, while the person who sat on the throne was an eighth level immortal. Furthermore, he was the most dangerous criminal hiding in the wastelands and was famous for being ruthless.
"She fled..."
The king was kneeling and could just mutter those words.
"Then, why haven't you captured her?"
The criminal spoke with a cold voice.
"We sent someone to do it, but a busybody expert appeared and killed the man we sent. We are already offering a reward for any information about him that could be useful."
The king had been cursing Yale's actions since he learned about them, but he hadn't managed to obtain any useful information before that criminal appeared to ask for his slave.