Holruf looked at the burning black flames, then at Pride, who had walked up to him. He instinctively wanted to say something, but Pride had no intention of paying him any attention. He simply brushed past Holruf, returned directly to Qin Ran's room, and casually shut the door behind him.
Looking at the closed door, Holruf scratched his head, causing the few remaining strands of hair to sway back and forth beneath his fingers.
What did that mean?
Holruf looked utterly baffled.
He simply could not understand Qin Ran's way of doing things.
Qin Ran had clearly helped him, so why was he ignoring him now?
Besides, they had always exchanged fairly friendly greetings whenever they met.
Why was he acting so strangely today?
Could it be...
Was he hinting at something?
Having thought of something, Holruf frowned.
Then, gripping his battle axe tightly, he began carefully searching the surroundings.
Holleka frowned as well.
He had exactly the same appearance as Carlisle Ho, who had just died in the black flames. His thick hair, narrow eyes, high cheekbones, and thin lips made him look like a harsh, mean-spirited man at first glance.
And it was not just his appearance, but also his expression and temperament.
Holleka and Carlisle Ho were practically identical.
If they stood together, they would look like twins.
No!
Not twins!
It would be more accurate to say they had been copied.
Sitting in his room, Holleka rubbed his swollen, throbbing temples hard with his fingers, hoping to ease the pain. But it had no effect at all.
Instead, the pain in his head grew worse and worse, as though an axe had split his skull open.
The tearing agony made him keep sucking in breaths.
In the end, his trembling hand pulled a spare potion from