"Nala, are you hungry?" Isabella asked her in a low voice.
They were currently inside one of Grosk's secret hideouts. As he was technically more a smuggler than a merchant, he naturally had his hands in plenty of unclean places, so for the sake of his own safety, he prepared quite a few secret hideouts to use as safe houses.
"Let me prepare some food for you" Grosk consoled them: "We'll probably receive good news soon, don't worry too much"
"Thank you" Isabella spoke softly, but for some reason, she kept feeling a heavy ominous feeling in her heart, but she had no choice but to hope that she was thinking too much.
Nala Darkme stared at Grosk's back as he left, a tint of gold flashed over her eyes as her aura gradually changed.
After leaving his hideout, Grosk's expression changed and revealed a hint of regret and guilt, he didn't go to prepare any food but rather headed away from this place.
