C1796 CHAPTER1796 A WAR SLAVE

Sam Moreels narrowed his eyes, his mind racing with thoughts. His breathing was almost audible in the silence. It would be a lie to say he felt nothing at this moment. His heart was a whirlwind of ideas.

"Even though this Blood Evil Ancestor has outwardly submitted and offered to become a combat slave, he's still not entirely trustworthy," he mused