Chapter 286

The fat man crept to the center of the hall and stopped. He looked flustered and at a loss, head lowered, not daring to glance around.

Everyone was sizing him up—because he had that rare look of pampered nobility.

Hot-tempered Rommo, seeing him stand there like an idiot, couldn’t help barking, “In the presence of His Majesty Drogo, you still won’t kneel?!”