Jiang Lu's gaze did not capture the attention of Cu Chulainn's mother, Dechtire.
Because his stare was not a manic expression filled with malice and aggression, but rather a subdued and restrained one with kindness and admiration.
Such a gaze was something that Dechtire had long been accustomed to.
As the sister of Conchobar mac Nessa, the ruler of Alster, Dechtire had been in the spotlight since childhood, doted on by all and naturally not lacking admirers and suitors.
Due to her status, they dared not express their love for Dechtire directly, of course, they did not have the right to either.
They could only stand far away, with looks of adoration and appreciation.
So to Dechtire, Jiang Lu's eyes were as natural and ordinary as the air she breathed every day, and she had long become numb to them.
"Culann was just a blacksmith! And he is already dead!" Dechtire said somewhat displeased, "Do you plan to call yourself his hound for life?"
