Taking Advantage of the Crisis

How could Osvid have known that Solam was not frightened at all, but had simply figured something out? The Eye of Fear was indeed terrifyingly powerful, but the Holy Avenger was no longer in his hands! So what the hell did he have to fear? That Eye of Fear was after the Holy Avenger anyway. Now that he no longer had it, did they have any reason to come looking for trouble with him?

With that thought, Solam instantly relaxed.

"What? Scared stupid?" Seeing Solam remain silent for so long, Osvid had no choice but to interrupt his daze. He was busy, and since Solam no longer had much use to him, he could not be bothered wasting time on him.

"No! Absolutely not!" Solam was a proud man. Even though the members of the Eye of Fear were all Legends, which was indeed terrifying, he would rather lose than lose face. Besides, he had nothing to fear now. Weslan was the one who should be worried.

"Good." Osvid treated Solam's words like fart, deciding that he was merely putting on a brave face, and could not be bothered exposing him. Instead, he relayed Chalanona's instructions. "I think you'd better hand over the Holy Avenger first. And you should leave Athkatla as soon as possible to lie low for a while. That thing is useless in your hands. Keeping it will only bring disaster, so you might as well hand it over and avoid those people."

After saying that, Osvid stroked his beard and looked at Solam with an innocent expression. "How about this? Why don't you give the Holy Avenger to me? I'm not afraid of those bastards, and I happen to be curious about the Holy Avenger too. Consider it me looking after you for your grandmother's sake."