"Who was it?"
"A middle-aged officer from Boer City."
That was Qin Ran's answer.
"Please tell me his name. I'll take some men to confront him!"
Yidel spoke, his indignation undiminished.
"Are you sure you want to confront him?"
An amused smile appeared on Qin Ran's face.
A shiver immediately ran through Yidel.
"No, there's no need!"
"Your Highness, please wait a moment. I'm only a pitiful messenger, not the man in charge of the barracks... please let me relay your message to the supreme commander of the Calhart Barracks!"
Having clearly guessed what was going on, Yidel spoke in terror.
"One chance!"
"I'll give you one chance!"
"If..."
Qin Ran drew out the word, and Yidel immediately said with tearful gratitude, "I'll make the most of this chance! Thank you for your mercy!"
The Demon Flame in Qin Ran's hand went out.
He waved the other man away.
Yidel immediately withdrew as though he had been granted a pardon.
Rather than standing and walking, he crawled backward along the floor. Only after leaving the room did the messenger dare stand up.
He wiped his sweat-drenched forehead.
He quickly climbed into the carriage outside. After ordering the driver to hurry back, Yidel's expression instantly darkened.
He knew that fellow must have started stirring up trouble again.
The carriage returned unhindered to the heart of the Calhart Barracks.
The area encompassed a training ground the size of a football field, a three-story main building, and a separate hall.
The carriage stopped outside the separate hall, and Yidel hurried inside.
At that moment, only ten Otherkind sat in the hall, which could accommodate five or six hundred people, leaving it feeling utterly empty and cavernous.
Tap, tap, tap!
Yidel's footsteps echoed inside.
When Yidel stopped, the ten Otherkind immediately turned questioning gazes