Dra acted without a word.
Clumsily taking off his dress.
Then when he looked up again, his expression changed drastically.
Liu Di had already clasped his hands behind his back and was striding toward the rear entrance with his head held high.
"Who goes there?!"
"Stop right there!"
The guards at the door, clad in heavy armor, grabbed their spears and, with a clatter, aimed them at Liu Di!
Dra's eyes widened in shock.
This friend of his was so valiant?!
But what did that gesture mean?
Was it some kind of signal?
Dra could clearly see Liu Di's hand hidden behind his back constantly grasping at empty air.
Whoosh!
The sharp spearhead pointed at Liu Di's nose, its cold gleam carrying even a faint scent of blood.
This wasn't a civilized society. One wrong word and you could be nailed to a spear!
Liu Di narrowed his eyes.
His expression remained unchanged, but inwardly he was panicking because he had grabbed at nothing behind his back.
Seeing Liu Di remain silent, the guard had no patience for questioning and thrust his spear straight at Liu Di's eye!
"Bold."
Liu Di did not move at all, steady as a rock, and calmly uttered a single word.
The guard's spear abruptly halted. He stared at the young man before him with uncertainty.
This young man was so composed?
And his clothing was extremely strange, but upon closer inspection, the fabric was exquisitely fine—perhaps some kind of premium material.
Could he be a newly elevated noble?
The guard grew suspicious and cautiously asked, "May I ask, you are...?"
"Bold."
Liu Di glanced sideways, his cold eyes filled with fury as he stared at the guard.
The guard shuddered. "Are you... perhaps a duke?"
"Bold."
Liu Di opened his eyes a little wider,