Chapter 9: The Familiar Assassin

Brucer never initiated a meeting with me. Most of the time I went to her myself. Later that day, to meet Brucer I had to give advance notice. And it has never been accepted. I still thought she was embarrassed and shy until she took the initiative to meet me.

"I want him," Brucer said.

I panicked. What was Brucer saying? I watched the slave Alpha standing in the middle of the floor. His petite figure, blond hair, and low head made it impossible to see his face. But the king of Aria lost to an enslaved person, which was unacceptable. It broke the beginning of a man like me.

"Come here, servant." I gave the order.

He slowly moved forward step by step with reservations. Just a lowly man. How could he be like me? That's what I thought about it. I was still thinking about using words to make fun of him in front of Brucer. But in the blink of an eye, the shadow rushed towards me sitting. My chest was stabbed hard by someone. There was no need to wait long. His face elongated, skin white, a