After pondering for a while and failing to make any headway, Sandra blurted out, "What is Uncle Three trying to achieve?"
"How would I know?"
Lady Lisandra retorted naturally, "Even if I knew, why should I tell you?"
Sandra gritted her teeth, nearly being taken aback by this remark.
Regaining her composure, Sandra asked, "How should I respond in order to best comply with Uncle Three's plan?"
"Respond as you see fit."
Lady Lisandra's attitude was nonchalant, "Just don't die or get captured."
"What if I kill them?"
Sandra came out with a sudden and chilling statement.
Lady Lisandra did not immediately respond, but studied Sandra's feigned calmness with a steady gaze.
Mother and daughter stared at each other for a long while.
Sandra's hands instinctively clenched the armrests of her chair, her back teeth gritted tightly, and stubbornly refused to divert her gaze.
Being scrutinized by a level six sage, even through a holographic projection, was unbearable.
