Bab 181: Slave Shop!

"How did you know?" Mira asked as they walked through the grand corridors of the Sunstone Palace, her voice betraying just the faintest hint of curiosity.

Pyris glanced at her, sensing the depth of her question. She was still probing, still curious about what had happened with the king. But Pyris was in no mood to linger in the palace.

He had already done what needed to be done, and staying longer in a place like this only meant attracting unnecessary attention.

He had to admit, though—the king was a man of riches, the kind who liked to show off his wealth.

The excessive grandeur of the palace reflected that, with golden statues, high ceilings adorned with intricate artwork, and lavish decorations that bordered on the ridiculous.

Pyris couldn't help but grin as he imagined the king's desperate attempt to maintain an air of majesty in the midst of his crumbling empire. What would I got uncle oh boy I got to do again