The Erune envoy was left speechless by Ben's words, with Count Robelen's short and chubby hand hesitating in mid-air, ultimately not falling down.
Amid the faint fog in the forest, an eerie silence spread, with sporadic flickers from distant campfires and the crackling sound of burning wood echoing through the air.
The sounds became especially clear and audible in this pin-drop silence.
Ben saw a look of disbelief in the eyes reflecting the firelight from these people; Count Robelen's hand half-raised, the Female Scholar slightly covering her mouth, Count Oting's hand dropping away from his sword.
Everyone looked at this young nobleman as if he were mad.
So Ben spread his hands, his expression soft, his words as gentle as a night breeze: "So, what are your plans next?"
The nobles' lips moved slightly.
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