"Jonathan Harrington, come out...!!" Downstairs in the building, Bill stood atop his warhorse, roaring like thunder once again!
His voice thundered, roaring like a lion, fierce as a tiger's roar!
Everyone on the scene retreated in fear.
All were trembling with fear.
Centered around the warhorse, within a hundred meters, no one dared to approach.
"Who's calling for me?"
At that moment, a faintly indifferent voice suddenly drifted over.
In an instant, everyone's gaze turned towards the entrance of the building.
He had fair and elegant features, with long black hair combed back.
He wore a sharp suit with a neat tie.
Like a gentleman, he walked slowly.
Step by step, Jonathan approached the chestnut warhorse.
Grace followed behind, originally wanting to step forward, but she was hel
