After a brief silence, Luo En calmly asked:
"Not supposed to take it back to Turin City to be dealt with by the Dwarf King?"
Frey stepped forward, replying arrogantly:
"The cause of the Dragon Disease has yet to be determined. Who knows if sending this beast back will cause any trouble? It's best to handle it first, which is our responsibility to..."
"Bang!"
Before he could finish, the God of Fertility was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the blood-stained prison cart behind him and shattering it.
Amidst the spreading dust, Frey clambered up from the ground indignantly, looking angrily at the sister who had kicked him flying:
"Freya, have you lost your mind?!"
"I only asked you to be responsible for the escort, when did I permit you to decide on your own?"
Freya's voice was cold, her beautiful face covered with frost.
