C416 The principality of william 7

His hair was disheveled, his eyes sunken, and his beard was smeared across his chin. His face was like grass, and he looked dejected.

It was as if this week had used up all the hope in his life.

"Give it to Shulo," he said softly and decisively.

"Anything else?" Is there anything else to say? "

Jelo gripped his hair tightly, the softness in his hands piercing to the bone.

"No more