Servants could thus completely let themselves go.
But now, Blondie had actually returned the Command Spell to Yi Lin and the others.
"In other words, he's confident that even without the constraint of the Command Spell, he can still have them thoroughly under his control?"
In an instant, Yi Lin understood what Blondie was thinking.
Blondie seemed tired. He leaned on the lone throne, head raised, no longer looking at Yi Lin and the others. His gaze seemed unfocused, as if staring aimlessly at a corner of the palace, empty and deserted.
After a while, he waved his hand dismissively, motioning for them to get lost.
Except for the pitiful ginger-haired prisoner still strung up in chains, the others didn't dare linger and quickly left the palace.
...
The moment they stepped out of the palace.
The fresh, thin air hit them in the face.
What came into view for the servants was a cloudless sky and a magnificent city imbued with an air of ancientness.
