Slaves in the Basement

"An acquaintance?"

Linsey merely paused mid-step.

But Hilude's senses were now extraordinarily powerful, and she immediately detected the fluctuations in his heart.

"My hero, I don't recall you having any friends here?"

Linsey's expression turned subtle.

He did not want to attract attention, so rather than stopping where he was, he directly led Hilude into their residence.

Only after the two entered this "mansion" of the Barren Land World, with stone walls and furnishings carved from stone, did Linsey reveal Yarrowen's identity.

"Among the slaves we just passed, Vivian's father was there."

Linsey's tone immediately turned stern.

"Hilude, when you peered into fate before, you never told me I would meet a friend like this."

Hilude answered with complete confidence.

"I didn't see him!"

"My sight can only focus on our objective."

"Unless I deliberately look for it, don't expect me to notice worthless side quests outside the main storyline."

Linsey sighed.

"But it's something I have to consider."

Hilude immediately sensed the change in Linsey's mood and hurriedly began explaining her skill.

"Linsey, I'm not joking!"

"It's already incredibly impressive for a Fifth Stage skill to accomplish something like this."

"If it were one of those mystical, useless prophets, they couldn't possibly do what I can!"

Then the writer girl changed her tone.

She pressed herself halfway against Linsey, her lips nearly brushing his ear.

"But~~"

"If I recovered my strength, we wouldn't have to sneak around like this. I have plenty of ways to deal with a crazed Seventh Stage Invader."

Linsey glanced at his pack and raised an eyebrow.

"You think I have a way to help you recover?"

Hilude gave a wicked smile.

"Fate's revelation tells me that you do."

Linsey snorted.

"Even if I do, there's no way I'm using it on you."

After that,