Planai remained silent, making no effort to converse with the Poet of Great Love.
In his view, this New King was moody and unpredictable. No one knew whether the New King had easily spared his sister just now to give him a momentary show of respect, or whether there had been a deeper threat hidden in those words.
He had to analyze the situation and make an accurate judgment.
If he did not follow the New King, he might not survive today.
But even if the New King had spared him out of concern for the Protos Empire's ability to control the prison, he would not spare his sister.
"Mr. Planai, if you don't want to talk, I won't force you. I only hope you can tell me about your concerns and troubles. Perhaps I can help you solve them."
The Poet of Great Love did not rush Planai. He merely sat on his knees not far away and spoke slowly.
He believed that Planai did yearn for freedom. There was a desire in Planai's eyes that was strikingly similar to Sinora's.
As a wise man of the Demon Realm, Planai was currently judging whether he was a rational person capable of communication.
This was a mutual selection process, so there was no need to hurry his conversation with Planai.
Seeing this, Antanas took a small bottle of liquor and two glass cups from her coat pocket and placed them in front of the Poet of Great Love and Planai. She then poured half a cup for each of them.
Sinora hesitated to speak. She had not even seen when Antanas had helped herself to something from Helrom Prison. Antanas truly seemed to hate Helrom Prison.
Antanas's professional bearing left both the Poet of Great Love and Planai stunned for