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As Sirius stood up, both of them fell to their knees and watched the mighty beast stare at them without making any other move.
They could literally hear their breath and heartbeats. Sweat poured out of their bodies, yet their bones felt so cold that they seemed to be made from solid ice.
Kelvin paused in the middle of the hall. "What are you doing?"
When they heard Kelvin's voice, they looked at him, and that reduced their fear a bit. However, in the next moment they remembered Sirius, and their eyes veered right back to the wolf, but Sirius was back to sleeping.
It was as if he never stood up.
"Are you done kneeling for my beast?"
Asher's voice rang. He leaned against his right hand, staring at his fearful citizens.
"Lord Asher." They came close and kneeled.
"What is the matter?"
"Ahem! I… It's about the 5,000 wild chickens your men brought from the forests."