Before Andrew could catch his breath, Jones was already on his feet. He walked step by step to Andrew's side and yanked him up from the ground, "Alright, you can tell me why you're so familiar with this place. And to what extent you're familiar with it."
Turuk stood on the side, watching cautiously with wide eyes.
Andrew chuckled, a grin spreading across his face, "No need to rush; we'll tell you soon enough."
As he spoke, Andrew slowly pried Jones's hand off his collar, stood up, leisurely brushed the dust off his clothes, then suddenly his expression changed, and he jumped back to create some distance from Jones, assuming a spellcasting stance.
Turuk hurriedly stood up and retreated to his master's side.
Dora watched the two of them warily.
Jones looked at Andrew coldly and asked, "What do you intend to do?"
"What do I intend to do? Hahaha, who gave you the courage to be so arrogant?" Andrew sneered, "The Lich is not by your side now. Can you really defeat me?"
