After closing the door again, Esther spoke up immediately.
"Lord Jason, what do you think about the escort team being attacked today?"
"The attacker and..."
"The attacked."
As he asked, Esther looked into Jason's eyes and observed his facial expressions.
Esther, who had studied micro-expressions, was hoping to see more, but to his disappointment, there was no flicker in the eyes of Jason before him, no superfluous expressions on his face, just like someone with facial paralysis.
"Damn."
"Pitiful."
Jason gave such an assessment.
It was the truth.
The attackers were stealing his food, in Jason's view, they naturally deserved to be killed.
And as for the victims... to die because of a conspiracy, that was indeed pitiful.
When Esther heard Jason's response, he couldn't help but sigh in relief.
"Is this your true thought?"
He sought confirmation.
Jason didn't answer again, but merely raised an eyebrow at him.
