After a moment of flickering, her gaze steadied.
Lear ignored everything else and slightly clenched his fingers, grasping the other person's hand.
Ackman watched this scene, feeling as if his breath had frozen; Lear, you're amazing...
But in the next second, a strong sense of panic surged in him. He wondered if his uncle saw this scene… would he light the lantern for him?
Windsor, who was tightly protected all these years, had little chance to meet outsiders, let alone such a level of contact.
Thinking of that stern gaze, he suddenly felt weak in the knees.
"Lord Lear..."
His voice changed.
Lear's gaze was fixed on the frail figure in front of him, and his tone softened.
"Relax your mind, do not resist..."
In the next moment, a Divine Majestic power directly poured into her wrist.
That force quickly gathered at her heart.
Just at this instant.
The woman in the black robe had a flash of murderous intent in her eyes.
