In the grand hall, Francis Harmon trembled as he knelt into a ball of flesh, being naturally plump and frail, sweat poured down from him like raindrops.
And the courtiers around him glared in anger, for he had dared to collude with the Gluttonous Clan? Wasn't that akin to courting death? Moreover, he almost endangered the king!
"Francis Harmon, I'll give you a chance to explain, but only once," Yusuf Zuck said coldly.
"Yes, yes, yes." Francis Harmon repeatedly kowtowed and said: "Yesterday, my nephew and niece came to me and claimed someone wanted to meet me. At the time, I was free, so I agreed to the meeting. The person gave me three Magic Treasures, one of which was the Primary Spirit Mother, another a bow and arrow, and the third a cloak. But, these treasures, I intended to present to you, my Prince. I just haven't had the time yet."
