Castor looked at Namara with hostility. Even the first sentence that came out of the woman's mouth sounded very annoying to the ears. How could he have such a nephew?
He snorted mockingly. "So, that's right. You'll definitely come here."
The corners of Namara's lips twitched. She smiled, but there was no warmth at all in her smile. "How could I not fulfill the invitation from Uncle?"
"Stop calling me uncle! I don't want to hear it!" shouted Castor. He looks at Namara angrily.
Namara still didn't get off the horse. She looked around in all directions. "Tsk, tsk. Isn't my welcome home too lavish? How can Uncle make everyone gather like this?"
"Who's welcoming you?! Stop talking nonsense!" one of the elders shouted impatiently.
"Don't pretend you don't know," Castor said coldly. "Today there will be no idle chatter or bargaining. What I want is... your surrender!"
