You Didn't Eat My Rice!

A quarter of an hour later, Samael returned to where he had started.

But for some reason, after that brief trip there and back, the ancient serpent found the atmosphere beside the carriage strangely subtle.

The way the two women looked at him carried a hint of something uncanny as well.

After being stared at for so long that his skin crawled, Samael could not help but ask.

"Uh, why are you looking at me like that? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing..."

"Everything's fine..."

The two women immediately withdrew their gazes and spoke at the same time, their movements and tones displaying an indescribable tacit understanding.

Weren't they baring their fangs at each other just now? How had they suddenly become so in sync?

The unexpected shift left Samael scratching his head, unable to figure it out no matter how hard he thought.

Tch, women. Impossible to understand...

After grumbling inwardly for a moment, Samael quickly broke the silence and steered the conversation back on track.

"We'll probably have to change routes."

"What happened?"

At the mention of business, Morgan immediately composed herself, her expression turning solemn.

"For one thing, the roadbed is severely damaged, so the carriage can't travel through it easily..."

At that, Samael paused and looked at the wand in his employer's hand.

Morgan's expression stiffened, and she slightly turned her head away.

There was no doubt about it. This was her fault.

Well, using a large-scale ritual spell to bombard demonic insects had indeed been a little excessive.

Maybe next time... next time she could try another method...

"On the other hand, the black mist on the road is thick. We'll likely encounter more demonic insects ahead, so changing routes would be more efficient."

Samael told the two women what he had seen along the way.

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