"Crown Prince, those people have set out."
As soon as there was some movement from the Martial Artists of Boulevard Mountain, Ilia Danvers' subordinate came over to report.
"Interesting." Ilia Danvers stroked his beard and muttered to himself, "They really don't take our Mont Royalty seriously!"
The playful grin on his face was replaced by a cold demeanor.
"Brother Dragon, do you trust me?"
Just as Ilia Danvers was about to turn and lead his men to pursue those people,
Karen suddenly grabbed his sleeve, "Do you trust me or not?"
"We were brothers who sat together in prison; I trust you." Ilia Danvers raised an eyebrow and pointed at Karen, "But this matter concerns the life and death of Grace River. I can't just stand by and do nothing."
"How about we take a gamble?" Karen also lost the playful look from before. "If I win this time, you'll trust me in the future."
