Fortunately, the situation wasn't that bad.
Before the guards could arrive with the medication, the slave had already come to his senses and began coughing violently.
"Cough! Cough cough..."
After coughing, he struggled to open his eyes, which were stained with clotted blood, and looked intently at the Guard Captain in front of him.
"Quick, tell me, where did they run off to?"
This time Karim's voice was much softer, and his actions were several times gentler as he cautiously probed.
The slave looked at Karim's anxious demeanor and grinned, showing his toothless gums.
"Hehe, they..."
"She, she's right..."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted to behind Karim, his smile revealing a deep sense of eeriness.
"Over there."
Karim squinted his eyes, pondering the meaning of those words.
Right there?
Behind me!?
Without thinking further, Karim swiftly turned around, drawing the short dagger at his waist in an instant.
