Kapitel 1211: Cross Path

Fredhardt massaged his forehead feeling extremely depressed while Jay and Clift's expressions became as dark as charcoal. Fargo paced back and forth while subconsciously rubbing his fingers, he mumbled "There has to be a way to this!"

The woman in the white coat braced herself with a low voice she said: "Perhaps...the Saintess can help if we—"

"No!" Fargo's jaw tightens as he points his finger at her.

The woman shrinks her neck in fright and then lowers her head not daring to speak anymore.

"Calm down" Fred sigh heavily.

"I am CALM DOWN!" Fargo spat his anger "If I'm not calm down I will bring my people to strike down The S.A.I.N.T. headquarters right now and demand them to tell me what the hell they did to my King!" his voice increasingly louder and louder.

Except Fredhardt, Jay, and Clift everyone else in the room did not dare to lift their head afraid to incite Fargo's anger even more.