Arriving at the designated area, Ackman looked up at the wooden bed.
Aiden's bloated body was lying on the wooden bed.
The twin maids lay beside him, entwined around his thighs.
Aiden's voice rang out again, "What's the urgent matter? Speak!"
Ackman glanced around and explained, "Master, the lord of the city walls has dispatched troops marching towards your territory."
No sooner had he finished speaking, than Aiden, lying in bed, suddenly sat up.
The speed of his action, the agility of his form.
Even Ackman, who had been by Aiden's side all along, was seeing such quickness for the first time.
Aiden stared wide-eyed at Ackman, shouting, "What did you say?"
"They dispatched troops towards my territory?"
"Is the information accurate?"
Ackman's words remained firm: "It's accurate!"
"If nothing goes wrong, at most one or two hours, they will reach your estate!"
"One or two hours?"
