Before pushing Dean's door open, Thales envisaged many possibilities.
Presently, the suspicious and ruthless mercenary prince was not being cooperative and regarding him as an enemy. He was constantly vigilant against Thales.
However, the man's reaction was a little overboard.
"You don't have to do this."
Thales stared at Moriah as he felt the stinging pain on his neck. He lifted his hands in surprise and bewilderment to signal at Moriah.
He calmed his breathing and also suppressed the surging Sin of Hell's River, squashing down its desperate urge to counter-attack. "I said I'd keep my promise and let you go. No one will look for you, and you won't be in any trouble."
"You 'said'?"
Moriah's voice was rather unusual. It was calm and indifferent, "That doesn't sound like a strong guarantee."
