Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 3386

“I'm afraid you won't have a chance anymore!" Jameson grinned evilly.

Then, he ordered two men outside the door, “Watch him closely! Once he stops putting up a fight, we’ll tie him up.”

With that, he walked out of the room.

Darryl clenched his fists as he was about to curse out loud. However, he felt the anesthetic starting to take effect as paralysis spread throughout his body. In just ten seconds, Darryl lost all sensation in his body before he blacked out and fainted.

Darryl eventually woke up after being in a coma for some time. His mind still felt fuzzy. However, the moment he opened his eyes, he was stunned.

He was tied up and locked in a prison carriage made entirely of refined metal and the vehicle was moving slowly. There was a team of more than a dozen rider soldiers escorting the wagon.

He frowned as he looked at his surroundings. On his left was a mountain range and on the right was endless wilderness. It was clear he was no longer within the boundaries of the Day Rise Principality.

‘F*ck, did Jameson really hand me over to the five Principalities?’ Darryl swore in his head.

"Hey, where are we going?" he asked the rider soldier through the iron cage of the carriage.

"Oh? You’re awake. You’ve been abandoned by the Day Rise Principality. Do you even know where you’re being sent to?” the rider soldier jeered at Darryl.

After speaking, the rider army continued, "After the five Principalities have a discussion, you will be sent to our Golden Lion Principality for interrogation."

Half a day ago, Darryl was sent to Storm City by Jameson. At Storm City, representatives of the five Principalities discussed and decided to hand Darryl over to the Golden Lion Principality for final judgment.

The ruler of the Golden Lion Principality was a woman? He had no idea that among the six Principalities of the Roland Continent, only the Golden Lion Principality was ruled by a Queen. The Queen was the only female ruler for thousands of years.

As Darryl was thinking to himself, the rider soldier in front yelled out suddenly, causing the carriage to come to an abrupt stop. “Stop!”

Darryl’s reflex did not kick in in time and he hit his head on the iron cage of the prison carriage because he wasn’t sitting still.

He endured the pain, but he was upset and depressed. ‘What's going on? Why are we suddenly stopping?’

He tried to check out the situation in front of him and gasped at what he saw.

Not far ahead of him, a dozen people were standing quietly in the middle of the road; each of them held a big sword as their faces were covered. Each of those people was rather powerful. In fact, most of them were at the level of saint honor.