"Where's Belte?"
"He's been downstairs all along, hasn't made a sound!"
"That simple? Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Agneda still didn't believe, the president of the Aesthetic Society simply couldn't accept that the Paladins were just here for a visit. The beautiful woman pondered for a long time, and finally decided, "I'm going down to take a look! You wait outside!"
"Understood." Watske never dared to oppose Agneda's decisions, otherwise, he would be the one getting killed.
So Agneda opened the passage leading to the chaotic altar downstairs.
As Watske watched the president of the Aesthetic Society's figure disappear into the darkness of the passage, he spat on the ground and cursed, "Damn bitch, when I too receive our master's favor, you'll be the first I kill!"
Just then, a guard hurried in: "It's bad! Director Watske! His Grace the Duke and the Sea God Archbishop have led a large number of personal guards and Sea God Knights and barged in!"
