Her face displayed a look of aggrieved innocence as she accused the man in the black robe opposite her.
Gregory Lawrence couldn't help but marvel at the quick change of expression.
Arnold Simmons pulled the person in front of him and checked, "Are you hurt?"
Hannah shook her head, her gaze drifting back to the man in the black robe.
Arnold Simmons also looked over.
The man in the black robe maintained only one posture, and if it weren't for his hand clutching at Gregory Lawrence's neck, one could easily mistake him for a puppet or a mannequin.
It was too unreal.
Arnold Simmons frowned slightly, "Who are you?"
While Arnold Simmons sized up the man in the black robe, the man was also sizing him up.
After his gaze lingered on Hannah for a while, the man in the black robe averted his eyes, his voice hoarse, "Desolace."
As soon as the words were out, Hannah, holding her sword, was about to rush forward, but Arnold Simmons grabbed her.
"What are you doing?"