C1445 Tribulation Cult Holy Land

Lachlan was not in the mood to care about how dirty and slovenly this little old man was. He stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm.

"If you don't give me an accurate answer today, then you can just keep on wasting time."

"Or you can just lend me the Black Iron Tower to use."

Nether Doctor twisted his body in an attempt to break free, but Lachlan's fingers were like a steel hook