Realizing he was rude, the merchant apologetically smiled.
"Sorry, sirs. I couldn't help myself after hearing your conversation." He rubbed the back of his head, feeling awkward.
"Don't worry about it."
"Do you know something about the Ember Lion Pride?" The other Orc impatiently asked.
After all, they were not trying to hide their conversation. If they had been, they would have used Mana Transmission.
Being reminded of that brat gang, anger flashed in the merchant's eyes. "Of course, I know something about them. Those two brats took everything I had and nearly killed me in the process. I'm lucky to still have my left arm after they slashed me up." As he spoke, he held up his arm, revealing a gruesome scar running along his forearm.
'Bingo.' Excited, Lucian no longer hid his interest in the Ember Lion Pride.
