Chapitre 887: The Great Pretender

Who?

Who was it?

Who took away his moment?

Come out now!

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Ulrich always went crazy when he revered how close he was to slitting Winston's throat.

Winston, on the other hand, felt like the heavens really wanted him to survive.

Could this be a sign that he was truly meant to be king?

Thinking like that, the pain he felt in his body earlier on seemed to have faded away into thin air.

The duo both pushed the bodies over them and stood upright to see what miracle, or demon in Ulrich's case, had interrupted their fight.

And lo and behold, what they saw made them freeze.

As it right on cue, Henry and the masked Landon, strolled in amidst the chaos as if they weren't the culprits.

Of course, several soldiers were already around them, as they stood a little hard of them while pointing their weapons to the enemy before them.

"Bastard!

What are you doing here?"