
Wales turned to Jissy who looked exhausted with a roar of hunting breath.
"Tyara?" call Wales with a hard-to-pretch gaze.
Jissy braked tiredly towards Wales, "Thank you Mister?! at least my son has a guarantee to live, don't kill them sir."
"i won't waste them and I hope you won't hurt them, believe me they need you more than I do" Wales said.
imagine Jissy has ...