675 Poor, Little Cuckold

"But I'm the doctor!" Kiba stated as a matter of factly. "And I know the best for my patient!"

"In this case, I'm afraid you don't," Lord Harley smiled further and tightened his grip on the hammer. "So please, let's drop this cure for Kurtis."

Kurtis - who was behind him - was stunned.

Why, even now, was Lord Harley talking with Kiba instead of teaching him a lesson?!

He has insulted aristocracy and even attempted to destroy his potency! Anyone in his place would have been long killed. So why wasn't he?

In the meantime, the hammer turned bright red from heat flowing into it. A fissure sprang out from the middle of the hammerhead, causing a golden glow to splash out.

Kurtis was pleasantly surprised.

Lord Harley was finally acting like true aristocracy! He was destroying the hammer!

What Kurtis didn't know was Lord Harley's eyes flashed with surprise.

He wasn't trying to destroy the hammer!