"Oh, Mr. Steward, I have admired you for a long time. Although I am a man, who says men can't like men?"
"Yes, I love you too."
"This... I'm afraid I came at the wrong time."
"No, Master Knight, you came at just the right time."
In the next second, three bloody heads pierced on long spears collided face to face, and the Secret Faction member holding the spear shaft even pulled out the tongues of the three heads, flinging them wildly at each other.
"Hahahahaha—"
"It's my turn now, move over."
Sitting by the fireplace and the chestnut wood long table, the Secret Faction members laughed boisterously, slapping the greasy table with rough hands, spilling beer from their cups all over the table.
The once quiet and elegant Knight Hall was now crammed full with over a hundred Secret Faction members.
They wore bright robes, tied colorful headscarves, and had bone beads around their necks. Some even took off their shirts, revealing chests full of tattoos.
