"A letter for me?"
Arthur's hollow eye sockets stared at the letter, a hint of confusion in his gaze.
"Oh, hell no!"
Count Brand, however, shrieked as if someone had stepped on his tail and leaped abruptly off Arthur's shoulder.
"That old antique actually wrote a letter specifically for you?"
"This must be a conspiracy against me! She's definitely laced the paper with a vicious curse or a tracking spell! Arthur, throw it away, quickly!"
Hearing this, Arthur actually gave it serious consideration.
If Chen Yu hadn't told him to read it before deciding, he might have already tossed the letter aside.
Arthur glanced at Count Brand, then clutched the letter and took a few steps back. He walked just outside the Tree Hall before carefully opening it to read.
Count Brand claimed to be afraid, but his body betrayed him. He hid behind a pillar, his small head peeking out from time to time to watch Arthur nervously.
