The Demon Soul Pot in the corner gave a weak response, "Is something wrong?"
The man glanced out the window again and said, "It doesn't seem like there's much of a difference. It looks like everyone who attended the banquet has left, and they left in a hurry."
The Demon Soul Pot was silent for a moment, then said, "He'll definitely conduct a thorough investigation. It's inconvenient for me to go outside. Find a way to take me out of the city tomorrow."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" the man replied through gritted teeth.
Framing a hero.
It was something he never even dreamed of doing, but now that it had happened, there was no changing it.
He could only proceed according to the plans set by this ancient kingdom's queen.
The Demon Soul Pot fell silent. The man closed the doors and windows and lay tightly wound on the bed in the room.
Eyes open, he carefully listened to the noises outside.
...
Inside the carriage leaving the City Lord's Mansion.
