Chalanona's Bottom Line

Little did he know that his refusal had also secretly made Solam breathe a sigh of relief.

He truly wanted that robe, but he had already made promises to the Church of Tyr and Weslan, which left Solam deeply conflicted. Now there was no need to struggle over it. The other party had no intention of handing over the robe at all, so the very premise of his dilemma no longer existed.

Since they could not reach an agreement, there was nothing left to discuss. After arguing for a while, Solam and Osvid both decided to end this meaningless conversation. But before leaving, Osvid said to Solam once more, "As an elder, let me give you a piece of advice: hand over the Holy Avenger, then leave this city as soon as possible. Otherwise, the Eye of Fear will not let you go."

Frowning, Solam asked Osvid, "Is this Eye of Fear really that troublesome? Even if I hand over the item, I still have to leave the city?"

"Hehe, troublesome? Then you're severely underestimating those lunatics. They're not merely troublesome—they're insane! Even if you hand over the Holy Avenger, they still won't let you go, because in their eyes, you handed over 'their' Holy Avenger! To them, anything they set their sights on belongs to them!"

With that, Osvid directly used Teleport to send Solam back to the inn, paying no attention to the fact that Solam still had questions to ask.

After a flash of light, Solam vanished from the room. A moment later, Osvid spoke toward a wall. "All right, I did as you said. As long as he isn't stupid, he should leave Athkatla."

The utterly ordinary wall suddenly blurred, turning into a translucent phantom. A figure then stepped out from the illusory wall—it was Chalanona,