"B-Boss Conn-Thor!"
"WHAT?! DIDN'T I TELL YOU NOT TO ENTER MY ROOM UNLESS I ALLOW YOU TO?! DON'T YOU SEE I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING?!"
Inside an unexpectedly wide stone room adorned with simple furniture and a weird apparatus resembling a ridiculously huge scientific condenser located in the far left corner of the room, Conn-Thor raged.
He was in the middle of performing a ritual to absorb the young girl's pure soul, hence, when Arven suddenly entered, his focus was disrupted, causing the ritual to fail.
Now, he needed to do everything all over again which would waste another half a day of his time.
Arven wasn't stupid.
He immediately realized what his boss was doing, sending chills down his spine.
Soul Arts!
However, Arven didn't dare show a shocked expression as Conn-Thor might consume his soul should he do so.
Feigning ignorance, Arven raised his hands and pointed his finger at the room's entrance.
