"…So, are you letting us go?"
Sacrael asked with a few sweatdrops falling off his face, and the other Bulwarkians looked nervous as hell.
They didn't like Imperius' smile—not at all—it was the smile of Pirate Immortal that ruled over these waters.
"…Go."
Imperius commanded with a chuckle.
Sacrael gulped loud enough for them to hear, and then he rushed to the door—as if his feet were on fire—and rushed out of the door.
The rest of the Bulwarkians followed him, and they disappeared into the night—they didn't stay on the streets, as it would be easy to spot them, as they were over three meters tall each.
Imperius closed the door, tapped his fingers against it, and started laughing as if he just saw something funny.
"Hahaha… ahh… You were smart for informing Martial Order about this—if I hadn't been here, they would've killed you instantly.
"We would've lost two Martial Order members, and that would've been a shame—indeed a big shame."
