Ashwin was dragged away by his subordinates, running like a madman. He didn’t even dare to return to the inner city of Golden Harbor, instead seeking refuge in a village on the outskirts.
“Master, we are safe now. If you feel we’ve done wrong, please punish us. We will not hold any grudges.”
The subordinates collectively pleaded before Ashwin. After all, their actions had indeed been sacrilegious.
At this moment, Ashwin had regained his composure. Recalling the image of Alexander as a death god just moments ago, fear still lingered in his heart.
“Alright, everyone did it for... let’s not talk about this anymore. I need to contact Yosef, I hope he won’t blame me.”
After all, it was a retreat in the heat of battle, not something to be proud of. If Yosef wanted to blame Ashwin, he could
