"I have an idea," Ellie Miller said, her eyes sparkling.
"No way." The Duke exuded a chill.
"Honey!" Ellie Miller unleashed her trump card with a quick wit.
A moment ago, Artor, who was very principled: "..."
"Honey~ honey~ just this once!"
Artor: "......"
Thus, a few minutes later, Leslie was staring in disbelief at the famous Sacredragon Duke.
Then, the two of them were pushed into a carriage together.
Ellie Miller retreated too decisively, allowing this group of Drow to capture a 'gorgeous beauty' without much effort.
During the escort, the Drow were not particularly vigilant.
"I can't believe it... just one call of 'honey'... and he agreed??" Leslie was practically going mad.
The Duke crossed his arms, legs crossed, and raised his eyelids to glance at Leslie.
"Three times."
"What?"
Realizing, Leslie covered his face, "No, you better not say any more, I can't take that blow."
The carriage hadn't moved far before it stopped.
