C117 Chapter 117

Roland made the way for his office, seeing that Barov was hanging tight for him.

Roland tossed the letter towards his associate clergyman, then, at that point, sat himself on his seat, with his feet right in front of him.

In the event that he had not been in that frame of mind of an outcast, he would murmur a jingle.

"Your Majesty, it's OK to lament