Facing Mike's questioning, the White Wolf King shook his head, "No problem."
Huh?
Mike couldn't help but look at the White Wolf King with newfound respect. He was quite wise, after all.
The White Wolf King spoke in a deep voice, "Even just looking at this wound makes my heart race. It's hard to imagine how one could survive under this sword."
The White Wolf King sat cross-legged on the ground, his gaze shifting between Dorian and Mike. At least he expressed his goodwill, showing a willingness to cooperate.
The White Wolf King spoke again, "Dorian, are you willing to swear by the soul of the Wolf Ancestor that what you say is true?"
"No, I can't."
Dorian's answer shocked everyone present. His next words made the White Wolf King's face turn serious, "Since I met Lord Morpheus, I no longer believe in the Wolf Ancestor. Swearing by the soul of the Wolf Ancestor means nothing to me..."
