Faced with Inigo’s enticing suggestions, Elquin began to frown in thought.
“Lord Elquin. What are you worried about? Beirut definitely wouldn’t find out.” Inigo said hurriedly.
The little golden kitten in Elquin’s arms meowed as well. “Meow. Master. This Inigo’s words have some logic. Even someone as mighty as a Sovereign can’t possibly know the past or the future. If you kill Bebe, Beirut almost definitely will not find out.”
Elquin let out a low snort. “Kill Bebe? Your words do make some sense!”
“Phusro. Have Linley’s group of three come out first.” Elquin instructed.
The little golden kitten’s eyes lit up as it immediately let out a delicate little cry. “Meow.” Immediately, the boiling, bubbling golden magma split apart into a tunnel, revealing at the bottom of the pool…Linley, Delia, and Bebe. Their eyes were filled with surprise.
“Boss, I wonder what they were discussing just now.” Bebe sent mentally.
Linley was feeling concerned as well.
