Six days had passed, and overall, that time meant little. Strax continued training with Xenovia during the day and Samira when he returned home at night.
He received some information from Christine and kept his composure. In general, his life was peaceful; with Xenovia and Christine on his side, he was currently untouchable.
And this was irritating some people.
"He's being protected," a man's voice echoed in the room, where several others were present. "It's pointless to keep a bounty on his head. With Xenovia protecting him, we need something equal or superior," he said, crossing his legs on the dining table, staring at the ceiling.
"What do you suggest?" he asked aloud, with four others in the room: three men and one woman.
