411 Mind Control_1

Balonye emerged from the Fiona Alchemy Workshop, his face pale as if he had just lived through a nightmare.

Indeed, what he had just encountered was a nightmare to him, the image of that spittle-flecked face endlessly appearing before his eyes.

Subconsciously, he wiped his face whether it was sweat or that guy's saliva on it, it was all wet.

Although it was their first meeting, and he didn't even know the other person's name, the bizarre thing was, whenever the other party asked a question, he would honestly answer it, as if defying him would lead to dire consequences.

After he honestly revealed his squalid, vile, and base agenda, the lengthy moral lecturing began.

"Little Bal, I need to criticize you a bit,"

That was how it began.

He listened in silence, as frosty as a cicada in winter.