Chapter 403: H.N. Jadestar
No one knew how much time had passed. However, when one of the oil lamps on the wall started to flicker, the suffocating silence in the tavern finally began to disappear.
"Damn it... Prince?" Tampa sighed and said in agony. "This… How can I be this unlucky today…"
"Sh*t… Urgh, this is not a good sign…" Quick Rope lowered his head and muttered something.
"You…" said Marina, who glared at Thales while she had her hands pressed firmly against the hilt of her sword.
The mercenaries started to whisper to each other as well.
Klein calmly ordered. His gaze did not leave Thales, and his longsword was still pointed at Dean's chest.
Thales no longer had any worries. He leaned against his chair as if he had been released from a heavy burden, and looked at the people's gazes with an indifferent expression.
'Things have already progressed to this stage, what else can I do?
'It'd be better for me to think about what I should do next