Darryl followed the soldier to the Royal Court.
They had arrived in the hall at the Royal Court in just a short while.
As soon as Darryl entered the hall, he realized that the Duke looked gloomy. Kelly, who was next to him, was also frowning.
On the contrary, Walker stood there, proud and cold. He had been bashed by the dozens of Blood Hand Organizations elites in the tavern, and the bruises on his face were still visible. He looked hilarious.
F*ck!
Darryl immediately understood what was going on after looking at the situation. Walker must have told the Duke that he was colluding with the Blood Hand Organization.
Darryl maintained his composure. He stepped forward and bowed toward Duke. "I am pleased to meet the Duke!"
"Hmm!" the Duke replied curtly.
He said flatly as he kept an eye on Darryl. "I heard that you and Walker got into a fight in the tavern, and then people from the Blood Hand Organization came, right?"
"That's right!" Darryl responded.
"Then, the people from the Blood Hand Organization besieged Walker, right?"
"Yes!" Darryl responded calmly.
The Duke's face sank after hearing Darryl's response. He slammed his fist on his throne and shouted angrily, "Darryl, tell me honestly! Are you colluding with the Blood Hand Organization?"
Olena was right. The Blood Hand Organization was all over the Roland Continent, and the six dukes saw them as a considerable threat. They wanted to get rid of the organization badly. The Duke was furious when he suspected that Darryl might be colluding with the Blood Hand Organization.
Darryl did not fluster in the face of the Duke's wrath. He replied indifferently, "Your Highness, no, I did not collude with them!"
"No?"
Walker could not help but sneer as he shouted at Darryl. "Why would the Blood Hand Organization help you to fight against me? Don't you dare lie!"
The Duke nodded in agreement.
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