Thales subconsciously turned his head to look around, but the cramped Ballard Chamber was still empty and quiet, with no sound at all.
The sun had set, and the lights were dim.
Only the piercing gaze of King Kessel came from a distance, sharp as a blade at his throat.
"How nice."
Thales let out a sigh and gave up the effort to search for Yodel's figure:
"He never listened to me like this when we were outside."
Thales narrowed his eyes, trying to adjust his mood like loosening up his muscles and joints before a battle:
"But are you sure he really left?"
However, the Iron Fist King's reply was simple and direct, the enunciation cold and unprolonged:
"You have a quarter of an hour."
A quarter of an hour.
Thales fell silent for a second.
Clearly, this quarter of an hour would not be about "reunion of father and son."
He thought this and nodded with a hum:
"Not bad, considering that the Northerners only gave me two minutes back then."
Kessel V snorted coldly.
