156 Bartender?_1

"Are you the Tongue Demon?"

In the warden's office, Tracy sat with her legs crossed on a skull chair, her dark green pupils reflecting Lin Ge's figure.

"Hello, Madam Warden, I've been entrusted by Elvie to come here to help. May I know where the Knight is?"

Tracy didn't answer, but instead slightly raised her hand, and an iron chair full of spikes flew out from the dark corner and landed in front of Lin Ge.

"Please, take a seat."

"Thank you, but I'll stand," replied Lin Ge, glancing at the sharp spikes on the seat and politely declining.

Sitting in that chair would leave his behind looking like a sieve, and his trousers would be punctured like fishnet stockings; it would be quite indecent to have his backside exposed thereafter.

Tracy gave him a look and the corner of her mouth curled upward in a smile tinged with scorn.