The "fertilizer" revealed an embarrassed smile and bowed to Dumartin. "Mister Dumartin, my name is An—"
Dumartin lifted a hand and interrupted Angor, "I'm not interested in your name, and I don't remember allowing you to speak."
A sharp blade suddenly materialized in the air and aimed at Angor's neck, which caused his body to go stiff from fear.
Dumartin did not order the blade to attack Angor yet. The tension lasted for two minutes until Angor felt his calves going numb, and his composure was breaking down really fast.
Iron Granny frowned. When she put a hand on Angor's arm, Angor felt a stream of gentle energy chasing his fear away.
He lost his balance when the pressure was suddenly lifted. Since he leaned on the cultivation chamber behind him in time, he did not fall on the floor.
"Satisfied, Dumartin?" Iron Granny said casually. "He suffered enough."
