Angelica was obedient.
Really, since she had been by Qin Chu's side, she had almost never been angry and had always been happy with a bright smile on her face. Her smile even had a mysterious infectious quality that made anyone who saw Angelica feel quite good.
But now, Angelica was angry.
The basket was filled with the freshest vegetables and the finest beef that Angelica had carefully selected, all specially prepared for her master in the hope that he could enjoy his favorite food when he returned.
But now, all of that had been ruined by these people.
The fresh beef inside was burned to charcoal, scattered on the ground.
Her eyes, filled with anger, stared dead at the leader of the Holy Knights; did this despicable bastard have any idea how long and hard she had worked to select these vegetables and meats?
A pair of soft golden eyes radiated a bone-chilling coldness.
