Evenings Work Too!

"Sorry, Miss Natasha, these warhorses really aren't mine. And even if they were, I have no intention of selling them!" After hearing Natasha out, Nalant naturally wasn't tempted. He spread his hands and refused again.

"Alright!" Seeing that Nalant's stance was firm, Natasha did not persist.

Natasha was not angered. Instead, she once again wore that bewitching smile and said to Nalant rather suggestively, "Of course, if Sir Nalant ever changes his mind, you can come find me anytime. I'm with the Frank Family merchant caravan in the rear—very easy to find!"

"And if Sir Nalant isn't free during the day, you can come find me at night too. I'm free anytime!"

"Sir Nalant had better bring Grape Wine too. Then I can have a drink with you!"

Having said that, Natasha rose and left the camp without waiting for Nalant's reply. Before departing, she gave him a highly suggestive wink.

Watching Natasha leave, Nalant was rather stunned. Had he just been teased?

Hiss!

But in the next instant, Nalant suddenly felt pain in his arm, as though someone had pinched him.

Looking down, he saw a fair, slender hand swiftly withdrawing.

Nalant raised his head toward the culprit, Stella, but Stella's expression was calm, as though that fair, slender hand from earlier had not belonged to her.

"What is it, Nalant?" Stella met his gaze with an icy, aloof expression.

"N-Nothing..." Nalant was speechless. If his arm did not still hurt, he would have thought he had imagined it.

Stella nodded, then casually changed the subject. "You're right not to sell these warhorses, Nalant. Superior warhorses are hard to come by, especially such a large number of trained superior warhorses!"

"Of course, if you truly have no use for so many and wish to sell them, you can sell