Pablo said he won't let his eight slaves die.
And upon hearing that, the slaves stopped fidgeting.
Their eyes found some light and all of them nodded with a smile.
And not only these eight slaves, one more slave was also infatuated by the words of Pablo.
Hena.
Standing among the soldiers, her face found a smile and her eyes couldn't leave the sight of Pablo.
But the next second, she saw someone looking at her.
Someone standing in front of her, on the first row.
Their eyes met and Hena quickly removed the smile from her face and turned serious.
'Czar is lucky.'
Draxus shook his head and turned his head at the front again.
He was the one looking at Hena because he figured she must be making a face while hearing Pablo's words.
And he was right.
Nevertheless, he let her be.
