At these words, Les Kazan's expression changed at once.
The old man had been traumatized by the Eye of the Elf.
Aila and Heya, the two sisters, glared furiously at Count Les.
If looks could kill, Count Les would have been dead a hundred times over.
The sisters had not officially joined the territory yet, so they had not removed their disguises here. The atmosphere immediately became extremely awkward.
Zong Shen shifted comfortably in his seat and merely smiled without speaking.
There was an old grudge between Count Les and the Heya sisters.
He had no intention of mediating between them.
After all, once Aila and Heya joined the territory, every misunderstanding would be resolved naturally.
For now, Zong Shen needed to bring the sisters under his command as soon as possible.
So, after both sides fell silent, he casually waved at Count Les.
"Les, you should leave first."
After saying that, he simply rose from the recliner and nodded to Aila and Heya, signaling for them to follow him to the study.
At Zong Shen's request, Les Kazan did not dare delay and slunk away in disgrace.
Meanwhile, the Heya sisters followed him into the study.
The three of them entered a relatively private and enclosed space.
The awkward atmosphere from before immediately eased considerably.
Aila in particular visibly let out a sigh of relief, as Zong Shen noticed.
After inviting the two women to sit around the desk, Zong Shen took out liquor and glasses from the Storage Grid, filling three glasses.
"Have a drink and get some rest."
These past few days were Zong Shen's rest period, so he appeared quite relaxed.
With Count Les's manor as a temporary base, all he had to do was wait peacefully for the tournament to begin.
His leisure also affected