"Master Marshal!" Wells walked quickly to Omer, who had just landed on the ground, and asked him urgently: "Are you going to let that brat go so easily?"
Omer glanced at Wells, shook his head, inserted the dragon gun in his hand into the holster on the belly of the dragon, and jumped off the dragon.
He walked steadily towards Mubai, and Edward and Wells on the side also quickly followed.
Mu Bai looked nervously at the three people walking towards him. He felt his throat became thirsty and secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Omer and the other three walked up to Mubai and looked at Mubai carefully.
Mu Bai subconsciously took a step back, thinking to himself that if they gave the order to arrest him, he would definitely be sentenced to death. It was better to fight with all his strength. In short, he could not be captured without mercy. With this thought, he held the dragon-slaying knife tightly.
The hilt of the knife.
Omer folded his hands on his chest and burst out laughing suddenly, saying: "Interesting! It's really interesting! Boy, I've never seen you in the palace before, tell me how did you get in?"
"This..." Mu Bai hesitated for a while. If he said it to Han Yan, it would hurt her, so he might as well not say it. After he uttered one word, there was no more words after that.
"You brat, you have a tough mouth! Do you dare to answer the Marshal's question honestly?" Wells shouted.
Omer frowned and thought to himself that this boy was too disrespectful to him. However, he still admired Mu Bai very much. Not many people could compare to this young man's courage.
"Put down the dragon-slaying sword. This is a treasure of the empire. Did you enter the palace just to steal it?" Edward said with a straight face.
Mubai shook his head, and put down the dragon-slaying knife as he was told. When the tip of the knife touched the hard granite on the ground, it easily penetrated the rock, inserted into the ground as deep as a palm, and stood quietly.
There. The moment he put down the dragon-slaying sword, Mu Bai didn't know why, but he felt very reluctant to let go.
"Huh?" Omer frowned, walked to the Dragon-Slaying Sword, stretched out his right hand, grasped the handle tightly, secretly used the power of two fighting souls, and tried to lift the Dragon-Slaying Sword. But what surprised him was
Yes, I just didn't pull out the dragon-slaying knife even one millimeter from the ground.