Kapitel 865: Returned to Its Rightful Owner!

In a spacious, lavish room in Wilson Castle, a slim man with a head of lustrous, long, golden hair was acting restless, pacing constantly.

The blonde man was about twenty-something of age. His face still carried a trace of tenderness but he also exuded vigorous fluctuations, only they were not very powerful, merely at the stage of a Fourth-level Wizard.

"Conlin, stop worrying. The royal family is influential. I'm happy that I could escape alive and hide in Wilson Castle for a few days. It's just that no one has ever hidden from Bhutto XVII successfully. I'll surrender myself. Bhutto XVII will only stop worrying, no longer using every possible means against the Wilson clan when he's cut things off at the root."

Suddenly, the female Wizard in bed, wearing a white long Wizard Robe, looking fresh and pure, stood up. She gently held the man's hand, appearing reluctant to part.