Philip was dressed in a very formal butler's suit, looking like he was in his fifties. Although an old gentleman, there was nothing about him that commanded respect.
After Philip entered the room, he glanced at the small figure on the bed and smiled with a sly grin, "This little prince is truly spirited! He will inherit great things in the future and needs to be well-cultivated."
Long Linger impatiently glared at him, "Yes, so you better release us quickly!"
"Miss, you seem to be a sensible person, so I'll get to the point. Our King is seriously ill, has been treated for many years, and it's incurable. We know The Night Empire has an Elixir of Life. If Miss Long cooperates with us and hands over the Elixir of Life, you will be free."
