When the young witch said the name Heiserana, Hao Ren was casually lifting the only sweet wine on the table that looked even remotely trustworthy to quench his thirst—he wasn't worried about poison or anything like that anyway—when he gave the name a very appropriate response: he spat all over the male witch sitting across the table.
Well, not all over his face. Most of it was covered by his hood, after all. Hao Ren still felt rather embarrassed, though...
"Cough, cough. Sorry." He waved apologetically at the wizard across from him. Unexpectedly, the other party was quite magnanimous. He merely wiped his face in silence without saying a word. Only then did Hao Ren turn to the young witch who looked like a girl. "You said the captured witch's name was Heiserana?"
Before the young witch could speak, Madam Mary had already shouted angrily, "Helen! How could you reveal this so casually?!"
"Mary, watch your attitude." The young witch seemed completely unafraid of Madam Mary. Her tone even sounded as if they were equals. "You have no more right to speak here than I do. Besides, I didn't casually reveal anything. This wizard investigated the clues himself; I merely told him the truth in passing. Unlike you, I don't make a habit of lying."
"And we're short-handed right now." Another witch, pale-faced and looking as if she had just recovered from a serious illness, spoke up as well. Her voice was hoarse and cold, as if it had come from an ice cavern. "A male wizard skilled in combat, along with a pure-blooded—Hao Ren silently wondered what she was talking about—Werewolf woman. At the very least, they aren't our enemies, especially while we're dealing with a common enemy."
Madam Mary glared at the two witches. The veins in her