Chapter 352: The Death of the King of Bodich_3
"Do you recognize me?"
Helen's voice echoed in John's ears as he carefully raised his head to look at the little girl standing before him now.
Her delicate and adorable fair face bore an expression of determination, and her body, which had just begun to mature, still retained a hint of youthful tenderness, wrapped in fitted leather armor.
If John had seen such a lovely little girl before, he would have definitely ordered an Attendant to capture her and bring her back to the Royal Palace, to pamper her thoroughly and vent his beastly desires.
But now, under the terrifying might of Lis, he had no such thoughts whatsoever.
Looking at Helen, John Bertic felt a sense of familiarity, but he just couldn't seem to recall who she was.
He had seen too many women, and who could tell if the little girl before him had any relation to them.
"Miss, have we met before?"
John asked cautiously, his expression full of pleading.
"You..."
Helen was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.