Darryl followed the soldier to the Royal Court.

They had arrived in the hall at the Royal Court in just a short while.

As soon as Darryl entered the hall, he realized that the Duke looked gloomy. Kelly, who was next to him, was also frowning.

On the contrary, Walker stood there, proud and cold. He had been bashed by the dozens of Blood Hand Organizations elites in the tavern, and the bruises on his face were still visible. He looked hilarious.

F*ck!

Darryl immediately understood what was going on after looking at the situation. Walker must have told the Duke that he was colluding with the Blood Hand Organization.

Darryl maintained his composure. He stepped forward and bowed toward Duke. "I am pleased to meet the Duke!"

"Hmm!" the Duke replied curtly.

He said flatly as he kept an eye on Darryl. "I heard that you and Walker got into a fight in the tavern, and then people from the Blood Hand Organization came, right?"

"That's right!" Darryl responded.

"Then, the people from the