Lawrence watched the woman worriedly stared at the Southern Duke. Her face looked devastated as she supported her husband.
But her eyes were unnervingly cold. It's just like watching the eyes of the maids and staff in this house.
She moves, she smiled a little. She is pleasant and graceful. But watching her can make one person uneasy.
Because it's like watching a beautiful doll moving and given life.
They got up and she unsteadily helped him up.
"Please excuse us, Your Highness. My husband needs to change his soaked clothes."
Lawrence nodded.
When he looked away, a sudden chill crept into his spine. His senses immediately took over. Using the sharp knife he hid under his sleeves, he cut his finger and draw blood.
A thin like thread red line dispersed in the air and blocked the white thin needle trying to pierce his neck.
The white needle immediately disintegrated to dust, leaving only coldness behind.
