章節 4596: The Silver-Masked Man

"Are you a Terran? A Rubarthan? Who do you work for? Where do you come from? ANSWER ME, PLEASE!"

Lord Pearian's lethargy had completely disappeared now that someone other than the fixed pair of nunser guards showed up. He had experienced so many monotonous days that he had almost reached the end of his rope!

He had never been so alone in his life as this period of captivity!

Isolation was a completely foreign word to him. Ever since he was born into the Yorul-Tavik Clan, he was constantly surrounded by people, many of whom catered to his needs.

His guard troop ensured his personal safety.

His team of maids took care of his ordinary daily needs.

His personal assistants took care of his administrative obligations.

His fellow clansmen increased his sense of belonging to the Yorul-Tavik Clan.

His friends made him happy and felt he was among his equals.