"You may leave now."
With a keen eye like a torch, Green waved his hand, then drew the golden broken sword from his waist and plunged it into the ground after the Holy Knight departed, forming an almost imperceptible barrier outside this temporary command room.
The next moment, a warm and silent soft light blossomed from Green's fingertips, gently brushing over the bodies of the three people in front of him like a wisp of breeze. Yet, they felt...
As if nothing had changed.
"You are not injured."
Green narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp.
"Yes, honorable Great Knight Commander Green Tilly,"
Upon hearing this, Fire Yang stopped pretending, straightened his back and smiled, "But I hope you'll proceed with this conversation under the premise that we indeed are injured."
Green shook his head without hesitation, "Deception is not a good conduct."
"Neither is doing nothing while others perish."
