Joren had exited the room and of course, he lied.
'I swear, I'll be your servant for a month once I returned.'
He sneaked out with that thought while trying to shove away any feeling of guilt. When he finally reached the exit, however, he was blocked by a certain fellow with a horn on his forehead.
"Excuse me, Sir, can I know where you will be going?"
Garas asked with a serving smile.
Joren knew that this is trouble and said.
"I just left a few things back in the hotel so I want to get it."
"Sorry, Sir, but the cruise is leaving and it does not wait for anyone. It may leave earlier as well but never late. You may be a special VIP, close to the school leaders of Myth's First Level, however, Captain would not care about that. If you're a second late, you will spend the rest of your life… no, an eternity in Hades."
Garas gravely advised still with his serving smile.
"It's fine, I'll be fast."
