Chapter 607 (2/2)

”Well ~ ~ I guess so. Lord wizard, can you come in for a minute? We have something to say to you. ”

”Have something to say to me?”

”Yes.”

After that, Vivian didn't wait for Farr's answer. She turned around with her hands on her back, opened the door of sawa's house and returned to sawa's house again.

As the leader of the ”Lord surrender faction”, Farr naturally dared not disobey any order of Vivian.

When he learned that the britannians were going to send envoys to their tribe, Farr had made a decision: we must please the britannians' envoys! Make a good impression on them!

Therefore, after Vivian returned to Sowa's house, fall immediately followed Vivian.

However, after returning to sawa's house, fall was frightened by the scary picture in front of him and staggered a few steps.

Sawa was still sitting in his chair.

It's just -- the posture is a little different from that just now.

Sowa's head was twisted half a turn.

Scalp to his chest, chin to the ceiling.

Confused eyes stared wide, just staring at Farr who had just opened the door and entered the house and stood in front of him.

This picture is as weird as it needs to be. As scary as you want.

Although Farr is not good at fighting, he has little research on combat related things.

However, no matter how there is no knowledge about combat and human body, Farr can see that Sowa is dead and can't die anymore.

Farr's pupils shrank with fear at the terrible picture in front of him.

Just when he subconsciously wanted to scream, a powerful big hand grabbed his mouth so that he couldn't make any sound.

The owner of this big hand is the young man with black hair and orange pupils who has been following Vivian.

While holding out one hand to cover his mouth, the young orange pupil held out his other hand to control his body.

After the young man with black hair and orange pupil covered his mouth and restrained him, Vivian standing next to him raised the index finger of her right hand and stuck it on her lips.

”Shh ~ ~ be quiet, Lord wizard.”

Unable to move or make a sound, Farr turned his only active eyes and threw a frightened look at the young orange pupil and Vivian who controlled him.

”If you make a sound and attract the attention of others, we will be very troubled.”

”So -- would you please not shout?”

Although Vivian uses the interrogative sentence pattern, there is no meaning to ask others in her tone.

Her tone was full of no doubt and no refusal.

”We'll let you go now, but please promise me - after we let you go, you won't make any noise or run away.”

Speaking of this, Vivian's tone slowly became severe.

The smile on his face gradually converged.

”The 10000 troops of our britannian empire are now stationed at the foot of Mount pra. If they move or call, they will send troops to destroy mahob.”

”I am the envoy in charge of making direct contact with you. Because the mahogany department is too rude and does not listen to the full understanding, I suggest to the head that the mahogany department should be included in the annihilation target - I still have the power.”

”I have this right, and we britannians have the ability to kill your mahogany - please don't doubt these two points.”

”If you are willing to promise me that you won't move or shout after loosening you later, nod your head. If you are not willing to promise me, shake your head.”

”So - what's your answer?”

As soon as Vivian's voice fell, Farr immediately nodded violently with a frightened face.

”OK, just agree.”

The genial smile floated on Vivian's face again.

”Then - please keep your promise later. Oh, Mr. Samuel, let him go.”