Aldrich let Boudicca take a good view of his face.
She stared at her for a few seconds, scrutinizing the discrepancies on his face that differed from the circulated photos. But even after searching thoroughly, she couldn't find a single one. This face was exactly that of the white-haired assassin.
Aldrich, seeing her not caring for his face anymore, placed the mask back upon his face.
Sigh!
Boudicca gave out a long sigh and returned to her chair.
"I don't care how you managed to piss off a King of all Dreamers. But, as Tyra must have mentioned, I need your help."
Aldrich nodded, but not before giving out a self-deprecating laugh.
"Haha! Of Course! But your highness, a matter that is related to you and needs my help, will surely get me killed."