Dorin hugged her knees and squatted fearfully in the corner of the room.
The Frost Beast she had brought was crouching in front of her, staring intently at her.
It had eaten its fill—at least it wouldn't attack others out of hunger within the next two days.
As a mind thief, Dorin was very clear about this.
But her fear wasn't because the Frost Beast was watching her…
It was because of his Excellency "Giralda."
—How could a merchant from Noah have the technique to instantly tame a Frost Beast?
And how could Dorin, a werewolf who wanders from place to place, subdue a tamed Frost Beast?
If she had a tame Frost Beast, the selling price alone would be enough for her to live happily for more than a decade, indulging in food, drink, and pleasures… So why would she need to use "The Charlatan and the Missionary" to lure passersby and risk stealing their minds?
Her Frost Beast had never been tamed.
