Destiny sometimes plays such preposterous jokes, leaving people utterly helpless.
Qin, in order not to drag these friends down, hid her identity in the tavern and pretended to be a stranger.
Lin An sat quietly to one side, listening, but thoughts raced through his mind—if there hadn't been the slaughter tonight, perhaps he could have gone to St. Carol's Monastery and asked for an ordinary person's slave identity to help Qin retrieve.
As for whether Lu Jiao had the face to ask someone for a slave...
Influenced by those unscrupulous uncles and aunts, Lin An believed that Lu Jiao did have the face for it.
At worst, he could just make a trade.
To exchange for an ordinary person's slave, St. Carol's Monastery wouldn't likely make any overly outrageous demands. Otherwise, that would be tantamount to mocking Lu Jiao, and could provoke a declaration of war.
