Rushing all the way to the hut where the witch doctor resided, startling the tribe's working Beastmen and females to look over one after another.
Zeke followed closely, with a sullen expression like someone owed him eight million.
Caleb followed expressionlessly at the end, his face not looking very good.
Zeke glanced at him coldly and spoke with displeasure, "Why are you following?"
Caleb's eyes flickered, and he said blandly, "I'm the Guardian of the Mistress, naturally I have to protect her safety at all times."
Zeke snorted coldly, "You better be."
Then he withdrew his gaze, too lazy to bother with him.
Meanwhile.
"Put me down, I'm just a little dizzy, really nothing serious."
Luna Sutton was being jostled by Malachi Arcanus all the way, feeling nauseous. No matter how much she pinched, hit, or pounded, this man would not put her down, but instead carried her faster and faster.
Now she felt even more like vomiting, with her stomach churning.
