"If you want to find Digla, you'd better start with those murders."
After handing the ring over to Solam, Philip had basically accomplished his main purpose for coming here. He chatted idly with Solam for a few more moments, but just as they got to clues on how to find Digla, Philip suddenly sprang up as if his backside had been set on fire and dashed toward the room's window.
"We'll talk next time!"
Leaving Solam with only that abrupt, nonsensical remark, he smashed through the window and fled.
Solam was still dumbfounded when he immediately sensed a murderous aura coming from outside the room!
Fuck, this is bad!
No sooner had Solam lamented inwardly than a deafening blast rang out!
BOOM!!!
Solam was buried beneath the room's shattered rubble...
"Ai Newman! Catch that bastard for me! I'm going to chop him into pieces with my own hands!!!"
Even amid the ruins, Solam could clearly hear the fury and killing intent in that voice. Sometimes, women really were not to be provoked...
As an old lecher, what did Philip rely on to move through the flowers without a single leaf touching him? First, his outrageously slick womanizing skills—there was practically no woman he couldn't win over. Second, his elusive escape skills. Whenever he wanted to run, no one could catch him!
He was just that shamelessly good!
This time was no different. The old lecher's record remained unbroken. Even a group of knights and a Legendary Knight had failed to so much as touch the corner of Philip's clothes, and he got away.
But while he had escaped, Solam had been thoroughly screwed over.
"Damn it! Why the hell am I the one getting hurt?!" Solam was currently surrounded by knights pointing weapons at him, leaving him unable to