The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea novel Chapter 1228

Chapter 1228 

“Hehe…” 

Noir scratched his head sheepishly. It was completely unrecognizable from the previous menacing appearance he put on earlier. 

Katalina, who had been worried at the beginning, was shocked and then relieved. Her eyes glimmered with an astonishing brilliance as she looked at Noir. 

At that moment, that figure was elevated to an infinite height, like an emperor or a god. It was like gentle rain silently moistening everything, quietly occupying 

Katalina’s heart. 

“Arctic Fox…” Andrius spoke softly, looking at Arctic Fox in the main seat. 

“Ah…” 

The Arctic Fox had long been frightened by Noir’s skills. Although Andrius only. called him softly, he trembled and slid down the seat weakly, using the chair’s leg to barely support his body and prevent himself from making a bigger fool of himself. 

“Y–you…” The Arctic Fox looked at the three with a bewildered expression, his face full of confusion and fear. He asked in a trembling voice, “W–who the hell are you?” 

In his impression, Noir’s skills had already surpassed the limitations of the world. 

Experts like him were as rare as flying pigs in Flandom! 

Noir grinned and removed his mask. “Arctic Fox, you’ve caused trouble in Florence before a few years ago, so you should’ve heard of me.” 

As the Wolf King’s private guard, Noir was considered a figure of authority. He was what mercenaries like the Arctic Fox feared and had to understand the most. 

At Noir’s words, the Arctic Fox was slightly stunned. Then, he stared intently and felt his soul tremble. “Y–you’re the Wolf King’s private guard, Noir!” 

Noir grinned, confirming his identity. 

“T–then, he’s…” 

When the Arctic Fox realized Noir’s identity, he immediately recalled the moment when Andrius gave Noir orders. He could not help but make a guess immediately and said in a hoarse voice, “I–is he…” 

Andrius also took off his mask. 

Chapter 1228 

“W–Wolf King…” 

The Arctic Fox had been based in Florence for many years, so he instantly recognized Andrius. 

With those words, his body slumped to the side. Then, a small stream of yellowish liquid flowed from between his legs and quickly formed a puddle on the ground. 

This prominent mercenary captain in Flandom, who had been arrogant and overbearing just a moment ago, was now frightened to the point of wetting himself! 

This was the might of the Wolf King! 

It was not the Arctic Fox’s fault. How could he have expected that the two seemingly ordinary individuals he encountered while he was far away in Flandom would turn out to be the captain of the Wolf King’s private guard and the Wolf King himself? 

The probability of this happening was infinitesimal.