Adrian was enraged. Since Shaquille showed no mercy, he would not show any as well.

He stopped Shaquille’s horse. “Why can he go in as he wishes?”

“He’s of the Moon Tribe,” the guard said coldly, “People like him are welcome.”

Shaquille laughed happily. He lifted the horsewhip and said rudely to Adrian, “Step aside, peasant.”

Adrian stepped aside and tore the hem of Shaquille’s pants, instantly revealing the latter’s tanned skin. He scoffed and said, “But he’s from the Sun Tribe.”

“I…” The guard was at a loss. They knew Shaquille, but they did not know that the generous man was of the Sun Tribe.

Shaquille was furious from the embarrassment. He had not expected Adrian to do this. Fortunately, his men had not come with him. He would be humiliated if people found out.

“I’m sick!” Shaquille rushed into the city.

Matteo’s carriage followed behind him and Matteo said before heading inside, “I can prove that he’s sick. Also, he’s the one who got me all of these herbs. It makes sense