Bab 556: Fragile

Dyon raised an eyebrow, releasing his grip on Ri and Madeleine so they could stand to his sides.

Seeing Dyon's apprehension, Patriarch Ragnor lightly smiled. "Tammy, come here."

Thor's face twitched, but other than that, he remained unmoved. However, Dyon's frown only deepened at those words.

As quickly as her cultivation would allow, without daring to delay, a petite girl with blond bob-cut hair and light blue eyes shuffled her way onto the stage below Patriarch Ragnor as he touched down. Her usual bubbly personality had completely disappeared, and although she was clearly trembling, she didn't dare to disobey orders.

"Unfortunately, I have no daughters of my own, so it's difficult for me to show my sincerity to you…"

Thor's grip on his spear tightened.

"However, Tammy can be considered a close relative of mine. In fact, she's the daughter of my late brother, so she can be considered as my niece.