As she spoke, she let the camera swivel.
The next second, on Lancelot's screen appeared a young man with long silver-white hair.
He had delicate and high-class features, with a pair of extremely gentle and beautiful phoenix eyes, naturally exuding a certain charm.
Observing his appearance, he was undoubtedly outstandingly handsome and remarkably talented.
He seemed to be a quiet, elegant, frail, and pale man, yet through the screen, Lancelot could feel a chilling and imposing aura emanating from him.
Like a Cold Blade poised to strike, ready to sever the throat of anyone before him at any moment.
Such an oppressive presence, even Lancelot, who had treaded through bone and blood multiple times, could not help but feel a sense of horror.
Now, this man, even more handsome than him, nodded slightly at him: "Hello, Commander Lanslo."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Silence, still silence.
Lancelot suddenly slammed the table: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
"Crack—crack—"
