Kapitel 118: The Undercity

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"It's just a thief," the guard captain Carlson said as he scratched his head.

The thief was bound in robes on the ground; they had caught him effortlessly.

Actually, it was all thanks to guard captain Carlson, who was a cultivator, but only Frank was aware

the rest appeared to be normal.

"Umm, Frankenstein, did I pronounce that correctly?" Carlson asked Frankenstein in a cool tone.

Frank nodded to him affirming that he was correct.

"Would you mind taking this one to the guard house? We will patrol the area; meet us at the bridge when you're done, okay?" Carlson gave Frankenstein a command.

"Okay." Frankenstein didn't want to be bothersome, so he just grabbed the thief and put him over his shoulder and started walking forward.

"The new guy is kind of quiet," one of the other guards commented once Frankenstein was gone.