Two Emissaries of Knowledge had come to break the deadlock.
"I didn't expect to meet you two so soon."
"It's afternoon now. Although the sky isn't particularly bright, I should still say good afternoon."
Russell traded playful remarks with the two women, whose minds were not exactly normal either.
"According to the descriptions in cheap paperback novels, should I find somewhere to tidy myself up before inviting you two for a drink?"
"A drink?"
Ruan Mei pursed her lips, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. When she smiled, not a single tooth showed.
"One of my friends is very skilled at mixing drinks."
"If we are drinking, perhaps we could try one of her recipes."
She readily accepted Russell's invitation.
In stark contrast, Herta clearly did not.
"I died twice over there. It wasn't pleasant at all."
The little puppet girl's face was dark.
Perhaps that damned wolf had some strange ability; her cheeks periodically twitched with pain, making her feel as though she had taken a flying kick to the face.
"Ruan Mei, the top priority isn't arranging drinking parties with people here. We have serious business to handle."
Seeing this, how could Russell not know what had happened?
Herta had been infuriated after he blew her up with a skill, and she had come to settle the score.
"What serious business?"
He asked despite knowing the answer.
Yet faced with Russell's question, the woman did not answer immediately. Instead, she looked around.
As the brutality of the Sarkaz battlefield entered her sight, a brief look of pity appeared on her face, and the way she looked at Russell changed as well.
This guy...
He was a close relative of the Vidyadhara.
The Dragon-blooded of the Vidyadhara should naturally stand with the Permanence—Hunt side.
So why did he...