"That's right. Kandel is the commander of our Machile City. If even he could be bought off by the God of Waves, that would be far too terrifying!"
As soon as Nalant's words fell, a buzzing murmur of discussion immediately rose across the square.
Before this, none of them would ever have thought of that possibility, after all. The Wave Continent's army was extremely far from them.
"You're spitting blood at an innocent man! Commander Nalant, I, Kandel, will not allow you to slander my innocence or question my loyalty to the great God of Flame."
"If you think Mirok and Bolin are men of the God of Waves, then suspect them, but do not drag me into it!"
Kandel immediately shouted sternly at Nalant, though a trace of panic flashed through his eyes as well.
Earlier, he had still been thinking he could rely on acting to get through this deadly knot.
But now, he realized the situation was gradually slipping out of control.
"Heh, Commander Kandel, don't be in such a hurry. Wait until I finish questioning Mirok first. By then, we'll naturally know whether you were bought off by the God of Waves!" Nalant gave Kandel a faint glance.
After saying that, Nalant looked back at Mirok. "Mirok, speak. If you can make a proper confession, I can give you a quick death."
"But if you insist on keeping a hard mouth, as it happens, people with hard mouths are my favorite. You can also try and see whether I can pry your mouth open!"
When Mirok heard Nalant's words, his face instantly turned pale.
After thinking it over again and again, he finally spoke. "Since you saw through me, I won't keep pretending."
"That's right. I am a spy the great God of Waves planted in