A Favored One of the Desire Sect was beautiful, of course, but for Horant to actually set aside his lust for slaughter to single-mindedly pursue her—that was highly suspicious!
"You!?"
"Enough, Horant! As for the gold, I'll have 'One-Eye' pay you back after his match in the Gladiatorial Arena is over. Now, both of you sit down. I still want to hear the rest of the story about that Mutated Mage."
Horant was unmoved.
Adolrad, however, pursed his lips and sat to one side, tacitly accepting the arrangement from "Pretty Hands."
"Horant?"
"Fine..." Horant sat down on the other side.
Seeing the situation de-escalate, Franda also sat back down, her gaze naturally falling on Mitra. She had also noticed a few things, and a charming smile couldn't help but tug at the corner of her lips.
"Lady Mitra, you may continue."
"Of course."
Mitra nodded and continued to recount what she knew of Wei'en's recent exploits.
