Royal Palace, Study Room.
Francis Harmon knelt in the study room, crying about the inhuman experiences he had encountered in recent days.
"They flayed me alive, six times, and made me into a human skin wax figure, Your Majesty, she's too ruthless." Francis Harmon shivered all over: "I don't want to go back home anymore, really don't want to, although she doesn't torture me anymore, just seeing her chills me to the bone."
"Who can you blame for that? Can't manage your own affairs, letting just anyone come in, and now you hit a wall?" Yusuf Zuck got irritated, Francis Harmon had been loyal to him, pledging allegiance proactively during the initial uprising, although he had some minor flaws, he was a decent person and knew how to conduct himself.
"It wasn't just hitting a wall, it was like kicking a nail, Your Majesty, please help your old minister." Francis Harmon wasn't fat anymore; on the contrary, he looked quite handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
