The ancient castle looked somewhat dilapidated, even during the day, it appeared extraordinarily eerie, with a chilling low temperature.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness Lawrence, I messed up the things on the Huaxia side..." A man shrouded entirely in a black robe was kneeling before a young man.
The man seemed to be around twenty years old, very young, with handsome features, shoulder-length brown wavy hair, and wearing clothes that were quite popular among 19th-century European nobility.
The only difference from ordinary people was that the man's face was extremely pale, as white as paper.
"Messed up? You dare to come see me after messing up?" The man curled his lips into a wicked smile, touching his chin with equally pale fingers.
"Your Highness, please believe me, next time, we won't fail again." Although the other party was smiling, the man in the black robe was extremely nervous.
"I can forgive you this time, but you must give me something."
