'What did I just hear?'
Darryl was stunned to hear that. 'So Monica is not here? And that's Cynthia in there?'
"There's no need for the treasures. I'll recover after a short rest." Just as Darryl pondered in surprise, he heard Cynthia's muffled and weak voice from the room.
"Okay, you should rest well, then!" Lord Kenny responded with a smile, but he did not leave immediately. Instead, he took a bottle of medicine from his body discreetly and sprinkled it through the crack of the door gently.
Darryl saw the medicine turned into a plume of smoke when it hit the air; it penetrated the room through the cracks in the door.
F*ck!
Darryl frowned; he knew what had happened.
Lord Kenny turned up alone and mysteriously because he wanted to sully Cynthia.
Darryl was enraged.
Lord Kenny was a despicable b*stard! Cynthia had helped him fight against Darryl during the day, and that was he would treat her in return.
Darryl did not know that Lord Kenny had become a puppet under the King of the Dead's control.
'No way! I can't watch Cynthia fall prey to Lord Kenny even though she misunderstood me.'
Darryl thought about it before he prepared to charge forward.
Boom!
Suddenly, the Full Energy Hall rose to a clamor, and a troop of guards hurried over.
"Your Majesty!"
The troop leader said respectfully to Lord Kenny, "A border guard wants to see you for an urgent matter!"
Lord Kenny was annoyed that his beautiful plan had been interrupted. He waved impatiently. "Go!"
Even though Lord Kenny was vexed, he knew that it must have been something important for the border guard to rush back to the Royal City so late at night. Besides, he had drugged Cynthis; she would not run away.
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