"Haha, of course I am not dead."
Hicks supported himself with his walking stick and walked laboriously towards them. He chuckled. "You forgot that we read my fortune in that tent—I will live a long life."
Gleeward revealed a look of distaste that showed that he did not believe in what Hicks just said.
"As for you, Drew." Hicks retained his usual smile and shot a glance at the already dumbfounded Thales. He then looked once more at Gleeward on the wheelchair, his gaze lingering on Gleeward's missing legs.
"It is obvious that you are a lot 'thinner', Little Hedgehog. I really miss the days when we used to eat sand in the desert…"
Those words were quite effective. Thales who was held hostage, and Kevin who was driving, both froze.
'Little Hedgehog? What Little Hedgehog? Who is the Little Hedgehog?'
Gleeward twisted his body on his wheelchair and started coughing in a very unnatural manner.
"Cough, cough. Alright, alright."
