Chapter 247
[Translator – Peptobismol]
“Puhahaha… Please deliver this to Miss Iril.”
You better keep that mouth shut.”
Shullifen clenched his fist. His normally pale face turned as red as a ripe tomato.
Ronan was tearing a strip from his own clothing to wrap around Shullifen’s thigh to staunch the bleeding. All the while, he mimicked Shullifen’s serious tone, snickering as he did so.
“Hehehehe, ‘Since it’s covered in blood, wipe it off before you give it to her Really, take care of your own ass first.”
“You bastard!”
Shullifen, unable to bear it any longer, gripped his sword hilt. Ronan, quick to react, forcibly pushed him back into the chair. Even on a good day, Ronan was stronger, and with Shullifen injured, resistance was futile.
“Keuuk