Poppy Torres was terrified, completely at a loss, shaking all over.
The knights inside the castle, seeing Poppy Torres's expression, all surrounded her furiously with icy stares, "Do you know where you are? This is the great Helben family's castle. How dare you run around here?"
"We now suspect you are an assassin. Surrender immediately, or we won't hesitate to use force on you!"
A Caucasian knight spoke out in a cold voice, fluent in English.
He wore a medieval white wig, full knightly gear, and held a broadsword in his hand.
The knights around him also surged forward menacingly.
Poppy Torres was so frightened that her pretty face turned pale and she couldn't stop trembling, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know this place was so important."
"I just want to find my brother-in-law and my cousin. I didn't mean to offend this manor."
"I'm sorry, I'll go back to the car right away..."
After speaking, Poppy Torres turned around and ran in terror.