Prince Lirben’s expression was icy, his eyes deep and knowing, “#%@#￥ (No, it’s too small… it’s just a creature resembling a noble. Austin nobles wouldn’t be this weak, even a commoner could bite it to death… but… why does it smell so delicious?)”
Adjutant Ivan echoed the sentiment, “￥%*& (It’s a hundred times more fragrant than the high-concentration nutrient cubes and Montra beast meat puree served in the dining hall, making one want to take a bite)…”
Prince Lirben, “%*&# (Maintain the good manners and etiquette of a noble, Adjutant Ivan, unless you wish to be sent to the No. 4 no-hunting zone for a hundred years of reflection by the Court of Ethics)…”
Adjutant Ivan, “Gulp~~(╯﹏╰)b (Alright, but I really want to bite)…”
Prince Lirben, “&*￥% (Stop it, now I want to bite too)…”
Adjutant Ivan, “&*@ (Manners, my lord)…”
Mao An’an couldn’t understand the language here, but she understood one thing: the man sitting in front, on a chair studded with countless huge gems, looking like a nouveau riche, with his long black hair and an almost divine handsomeness, seemed to have a significant connection to her fate. Honesty might save her life, resistance would lead to doom. Trembling, she observed the man who looked human but was unlike any human she’d seen. His black hair flowed like satin down to the carpet, a luxurious black fur cloak covering a stern, commanding black uniform with silver-gray piping and buttons. His sharply defined features and eyes, full of gloomy yet deadly charm, stared coldly at her.
Even though she had seen countless handsome men in Japanese, Korean, and trashy TV dramas, Mao An’an still gasped at this sight. A standard imperial face… However, this black-haired man didn’t look like a good person. An aura of cold, untouchable power radiated from him, warning others not to provoke him. Mao An’an bowed her head, waiting for the interrogation, but nothing happened for a while, so she looked up in confusion.
