Safety, Security, and Freedom

"Prison guard?"

Tales' heart tightened as he remembered something. He hurried forward, while Kuaishang clumsily caught the crossbow he tossed back and followed miserably alongside Cannon.

"Your face wasn't easy to forget when you were the one escorting us to prison." Sakrael's voice held a trace of disappointment.

Before him, the White Shadow Knight's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of weariness showed in his exquisite, handsome features.

"And you should be at the bottom of a prison," the handsome man said coldly.

"Not here."

Sakrael shook his head without saying anything.

The surrounding cavalry drew closer and closer, almost staining the yellow dunes before them pitch-black with their overwhelming presence.

The man in white turned around, the skull bone on his left shoulder swaying slightly.

He looked at Ricky, who was sitting on the ground.

"Blood Whistle, sword peddler."

This time, astonishingly cold intent surfaced in the man in white's eyes.

"You're even less supposed to be here."

"You should be... wherever you belong."

There was an unsettling implication in the handsome man's words.

After their identities were called out, many of the mercenaries couldn't help swallowing.

Ricky's appearance had returned to normal. He stared intently at the knight before him and answered respectfully:

"Sorry, my lord. We're carrying out a mission."

Ricky shrugged, his expression helpless and innocent.

"But we ran into some... accidents."

The handsome man frowned slightly.

"Your mission..."

At that moment, Tales had already approached and could no longer hold back. He called out loudly:

"Don't trust him! I'm the Second Prince..."

But in the next instant, the White Shadow Knight moved!

He twisted his right arm, and the tip of a spear appeared from thin air, thrusting toward Tales!

The boy, who had been wondering how to explain himself, didn't even have time to