Chapter 719: most squatters are shameless creatures
While we were walking toward the royal family quarters, the shapeshifters were rounding up the Prince’s family, including the Prince’s children, in the reception room.
"Over here, Your Majesty," someone led us to the room, and I had to take a double look because I recognized the shapeshifter mana, but the person looked like a druid.
When I arched my brow, the shapeshifter met my eyes briefly and grinned sheepishly. Oh-ho; it seemed like not all of them acting like Heraz. I swept my gaze around the hallway and found that the shapeshifters were all taking the shape of druids.
They seemed to react shyly when I walked past, bowing their heads half in embarrassment. I glanced at their boss beside me, and Natha gave a little shrug. "I thought it would give more impact," he said. "You don’t mind, do you?"
"No," I chuckled. It was more fascinating seeing the shapeshifters getting flustered when I looked at them closely.
But I patted my cheeks before we entered the reception room, where I was greeted by the scene of four people in their nightrobes and coats huddled on one couch. They were not tied up, but none of them seemed to have any interest in standing up and running.
Well, perhaps the interest was there, but the interest to stay alive was greater.
They were all pale, the parents and their two children--I said children, but the younger sister was already nineteen. Their eyes darted around, glancing at the ’druids’ guarding all exit points and standing behind the couch.
Ah...they looked like people who knew they were doing something wrong.
Normally, when a group of people barged into your room, you would get angry. Scared, yes, but also angry. Wronged. Especially people who had been sitting near the top of the pyramid.
But with all these ’druids’ around them, they looked like a thief getting caught red-handed.