"Your Highness, have mercy on me, Your Highness, please have mercy on me!"
"The general will definitely keep his mouth shut. Even if he kills me, I won't tell anyone!"
Cold sweat broke out on the commander's forehead, and he secretly screamed that it was terrible.
God knows why His Highness wants to hide his strength. Is he really here for the throne? If these people broke through his secret, I'm afraid there really would be no way to survive...
The commander has been hanging out in the officialdom for a long time, so his head turns pretty fast.
He had an idea and said: "Your Highness, you have just returned to the capital, and there must be many things that need someone to do for you. As long as you are willing to spare the life of the general, the general is willing to take all the Golden Feather Guards under his command and join His Highness. .”
"Yes, I am willing to serve His Highness!"
"I am willing to be loyal to Your Highness!"
Everyone else also reacted, and in order to save their lives, they patted their chests and showed their loyalty.
The man looked cold and noncommittal.
It wasn't until everyone shut their mouths in uneasiness that he slowly said: "The eighth level of the Lingxuan Realm... your strength is not very good. If it weren't for the lack of manpower, I would not be worthy of accepting you as a slave!"
A master who thought highly of himself was so nakedly despised, the commander felt a little unfair, but he didn't dare to show it.
"Yes, thank you for your highness... taking it seriously. I will definitely... do my best..."
"However, I don't trust you. Since you want to join my army, you must imprint your soul and officially become my slaves."
"What?"
The commander was taken aback and said in disbelief.
Imprinting the soul mark means that his soul is in the hands of the master, and the other party's orders cannot be disobeyed at all, otherwise, the master can destroy him with a raise of his hand!
Commander Jin Yuwei is a well-known expert in the South Vietnam Kingdom. When the prince wanted to make friends with him, he was a polite and virtuous corporal. He treated him with all kinds of courtesy and treated him as a distinguished guest.
Who would have thought that the His Highness in front of him, who regarded him as no different than a low-born slave, actually wanted to use him as a puppet!
His face was full of reluctance, and his hands clenched into fists.
The man's voice sounded coldly, "Or would you rather die now?"
Between life and death, the commander had no choice but to allow this heart-stoppingly powerful man to take away the blood mark between his eyebrows and become the lord who controlled his destiny.
In fact, in the eyes of men, if he can take a leader as a slave, he already thinks highly of him.
He looked down upon the rest of the Golden Feather Guards completely, and casually took out a bottle of pills and distributed them to everyone, letting them eat them one by one.
Once you take this crimson corpse insect pill, you need to take the antidote on time, otherwise once it attacks, you will bleed from all your orifices on the spot and die in excruciating pain.
After doing all this, he waved his hand impatiently.
"Throw these people who are rude to the princess into the manure pit, and the others can go away!"
The Golden Feather Guards finally waited for these words and rushed out of the door one after another.
After all the rest were kicked out of the room, the master of the pavilion turned his attention to his little fox.
The girl next to him still maintained a dumbfounded expression, staring up and down at him with a strange look.
The Lord Pavilion Master raised his eyebrows, obviously a little surprised.
Today, his little thing was a bit too unusual, and he felt something was wrong just now.
(End of chapter)