309. Conclusion
Walking in the smooth marble of the royal palace's hallways with a hurried pace, a man with hair as white as paper seems to be in panic, while both of his hands were clenched tightly. Beads of cold sweats formed on his forehead but he appeared to not be bothered by it. Instead, it wouldn't be wrong to say that he didn't notice such trivialities in his current state of mind. On his back was a tall soldier whose eyes would intimidate any passerby. Some said that in one glance, he could see through one's hidden secret and the true nature of everyone he met. However, it was all baseless rumours by
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