Zarul was already dissatisfied with Mohetar's attitude. He looked at the tightly closed door with an unfriendly expression.
"We received news that the undead's target might be the Saintess. We want to confirm Saintess' situation."
"There's no need. We'll protect the Saintess well. The Saintess has just shown signs of recovery. It's just wishful thinking for those undead to deal with the Saintess."
Mohetar's eyes were filled with disdain.
Taking advantage of the Saintess being seriously injured?
Dream on!
"I will protect the Saintess. We don't need you here, so you should go elsewhere."
"Alright, please ensure the safety of the Saintess."
Zarul really wanted to confirm the Saintess' condition with his own eyes, but he did not dare to offend her. Seeing that Mohetar did not agree, he could only leave helplessly.
"Let's go!"
"Wait a minute."
