Rolf came back very quickly.
At the same time, he brought a bloody human body.
He threw it on the ground and let out a painful moan. The moans and the blood stained his tattered clothes. There were whip marks everywhere. He looked extremely miserable.
Borg's face turned green.
He was no longer as calm as before. Instead, he looked to the side, and cold sweat broke out on his face.
It was the guards who had been with him for more than ten days, now that they had fallen to such a state, it was a deterrent to him. Thinking of the benevolent reputation Kant had left behind, he swallowed his saliva. He had a deep understanding of the bottom line of these nobles.
If they were really merciful, it would not be like this. It was because of Kant's kindness that he dared to take the risk to avoid the patrol team of the desert bandits and go deep into the Oasis Lookout.
However, Kant's face was calm. "How is it?"