At that moment, Donoghue was stunned. At the same time, he was checking out Debra and Shentel.

After staring at them for over ten seconds, he regained his thoughts and a smile appeared on his face.

‘Ha-ha…this is fate. I never imagined that after not meeting for so long, these two women would end up in my hands,’ he thought.

“Debra, Senior Sister!” Donoghue walked over slowly and sat on the leather carpet. “How unexpected; the three of us have met again. Did you miss me?”

When they heard that, both Debra and Shentel did not say anything. They were too shocked, but at the same time, they were afraid too.

‘It’s Donoghue?!’ they thought.

When the Raksasa warriors informed them that Amastan wanted to present them to someone, Debra thought he meant someone from the Raksasa Tribe. She did not expect that person to be Donoghue.

At that time, Donoghue obviously looked very different than before. Without his hair and with a scar on his head, he looked like a monk. However, he did not ha