"Fuck, what are you doing?!"
The moment Hedi approached, Raymond was completely dumbfounded. Deep in the carriage, it was not only Foster, who had been pretending to nap with lowered eyes, who gripped his double-barreled hunting rifle. Gregory also let out a scream.
His blood pressure shot through the roof!
Dear God, why the hell were you picking a fight with that bastard when you had nothing better to do?!
The hatred indicator was already too close. The ritual could no longer hold, and if Hedi deliberately targeted them, he had no confidence he could stop him!
If Huai Shi had not planted so many clones and seeds underground along the way, creating plenty of misleading effects, they would probably have been exposed the instant they entered the city.
Before the stall, the gloomy Abyssal Jester studied the grinning kobold, feeling as though he had seen him somewhere before.
But kobolds all seemed to look alike.
There was no telling one from another.
He asked coldly, "What do you sell here?"
"Please, take a look. Take your time."
Huai Shi wagged his tail, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as he gestured at the stall before him with both hands. "These are all rare, rare treasures, perfect for a mighty expert of such refined, un, un, unmatched taste as yourself!"
He talked up the goods as though they were the finest treasures in the world, but in truth, any remotely experienced creature could see that the things spread across those ragged felt sheets were utter junk!
The only somewhat notable pile was a mess of rings and jewelry covered in verdigris, with curses hidden inside. The kobold had probably dug them out of some grave.
In Hedi's eyes, those malicious auras had long since wrapped themselves around the