Hearing the voice behind him, Mike turned around to look behind him.
The person looked like an adventurer.
Mike stood up, his mind still in a trance.
Mike looked at the man, then seemed to think of something.
At the same time, the person also handed Mike a handkerchief.
"Wipe it off. The blood of these Throne people is very dirty!"
As he said this, that person stuffed the handkerchief in Mike's hand.
Mike accepted the handkerchief, but at the same time, his mind also went into a trance again.
He looked at the person in front of him and felt a wave of inexplicable familiarity in his heart.
Mike once again shifted his gaze to the maid who was behind him.
"She has already bitten her tongue and committed suicide! She really deserves it!"
The person said as he cast a glance at the corpse of the maid.
Mike pondered the person's words before he spoke faintly.
"Is that so?"