"How... did you find this place?"
So this is what it feels like to face his superpower? Thales wondered.
At such a close distance, it was as if even breathing was being paralyzed.
But at least he didn't fall into an illusion.
Losang II didn't answer Thales. He first looked down at Srimone, who was muttering in her sleep on the ground, then at Kathryn, who had passed out again, his goal clear.
Thales furrowed his brows:
"What did he promise you? What's worth your loyalty as a master to do such dirty work in the dark, even crawling through sewers?"
Losang still didn't reply, his hand on the hilt of his sword, circling Thales and sidestepping a step.
Damn.
Thales, holding the dagger, quickly turned around to shield the people behind him.
"Money? Titles? Honors? Or even a manor estate?"
Thales could only try to shout, "Or... revenge?"
As he spoke, Losang suddenly looked at him!
