"Hmm?" Gore's eyes landed on Adam, who was standing at the back of the crowd, looking back at him with a nervous smile.
It's that strange kid again, he thought to himself.
Ever since he had first laid eyes on this youth, Gore had always found him very weird. But he couldn't quite put a finger on it for some reason.
"Go ahead, boy." He gestured. "What is your question?"
Adam walked toward the front with calm strides, seemingly feigning confidence. But his trembling hands gave him away.
First, he placed his right hand on his chest and respectfully bowed toward the Rank 2 Magus.
"My lord, I believe we are being hasty in our approach," he said respectfully.
A handful of people in the crowd nodded their heads ever so slightly. Quite a lot of them shared the same sentiment as Adam, however, they were afraid to voice their opinions.
Gore's eyes narrowed and he coldly muttered, "Are you saying my plan is flawed?"
