Chapitre 133: A Lady's Courage and an Aged Man's Guilt

Blood drained from John's face, and panic seized him by the guts, squeezing them. His confident smile and steady gaze collapsed, replaced by a pained grimace.

That's by how much Adam's clever solution took him off guard. Worse, the repercussions could be fatal. A few testimonies were all the citizens had to provide for him to be labelled guilty, and then the demon would end his life.

His eyes sparkled calculatingly as Ifrit stopped before him. With the djinn's arms crossed and the cruel smile plastered on his fiery face, he thought twice as fast to escape his predicament.

Before he found a solution, he heard a dress flutter in the wind and spotted a female walking through the crowd—her head lowered and fidgeting with her fingers nervously.