Chapter 227: Twelve Holy Spears, Opening Court
"Vortigern. I forgot to mention, my wife Morgan, she is also one of my military forces, a wife I am proud of, and a woman who will accompany me to witness the future.
By the way, she also holds the title of island master. I'm sure you understand how she will deal with you, right?"
A meaningful smile appeared on Moran's face.
He was completely unconcerned about Vortigern's anger.
This joyful expression seemed to say: "Are you still in the mood to watch me? Shouldn't you be focusing on that thing that could take your life?"
It was quite amusing.
As the embodiment of the island, Vortigern chose to fall into madness, while Morgan, as the island master, chose hope.
Both had the same origin but took entirely different paths.
"—You bastard!?"
[The moment Vortigern caught that scent,]
[It could never fail to recognize it.]