Good grief, the Ministry of Magic is here to cause trouble!
Avery felt as if he'd plunged into an ice cave.
Where had the Department of Mysteries found such a vicious man?
"Tell Soren to come see me."
Klein stared coldly at Avery, his tone flat.
He hadn't put the fat man in his place for a while, and now he was getting cocky enough to think he could even slap Klein's head.
"Men's heads and women's waists"—that was taboo.
In other words: a man's head, a girlfriend, and a waist—touch any of them and you were dead!
Best not to touch, anyway.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand!"
Seeing that the other man had clearly come to cause trouble for his lord, Avery found a rare burst of courage.
Even without the curse imposed by King Mesobadiah's Golden Goblet, he was still fiercely loyal to Soren.
They shared the same fate, after all. Anyone who wanted to see his lord would have to step over his dead body first.
"Heh, you've got some backbone."
Klein smiled, his eyes full of amusement.
Without saying a word, he looked at Bode, who was just as stunned.
"???"
Wait, why were you looking at me while you were showing off, boss?
Bode was baffled by Glinklai's gaze.
"The search warrant."
Klein had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. With no sign of understanding from Bode, he muttered the words.
"Oh! Oh, right!"
Bode wasn't slow on the uptake. On the contrary, the fact that he'd made a name for himself in the Department of Mysteries proved just how sharp he was.
It was only that the magical pressure earlier had shaken him so badly that he hadn't reacted in time.
Hearing Glinklai, he hurriedly pulled a folded piece