The One-Sword Five Elder's voice was irritable and grating.
But he had also voiced what the other Five Elders had left unsaid.
Those words, however, made Randall deeply unhappy.
His calm gaze settled on the One-Sword Five Elder.
Disregard, superiority, displeasure.
If the Five Elders liked looking in mirrors, they would have noticed.
Those were the emotions that most often appeared in their own eyes.
But now, a gaze filled with those repulsive emotions was directed at one of them.
The One-Sword Five Elder immediately wanted to lash out.
Yet that gaze seemed to carry weight.
His body stiffened.
The One-Sword Five Elder had a feeling.
He couldn't lose his temper.
Otherwise, he would get beaten up today.
And he would have to take it without recourse!
To preserve his dignity, the One-Sword Five Elder reined in his temper.
He was a civilized man, unlike the barbarian before him who enjoyed fighting.
That was why he backed down.
It certainly wasn't because he had suddenly remembered Randall's overwhelming display of might on Grey Island.
Only after the One-Sword Five Elder conceded and looked away did Randall withdraw his gaze.
Sensing the tension, the other Five Elders fell silent as well, looking rather awkward.
They were afraid of getting beaten up too—no, they were civilized men too.
They wouldn't stoop to talking to a barbarian.
"Since this lord of yours wants to see me, take me there."
Randall suddenly relaxed.
His taut nerves eased all at once.
He had suddenly realized something.
There was no avoiding this.
However nervous he became, it wouldn't change the facts.
He might as well accept it calmly.
At his words, the old men exchanged glances.
In the end, under the other four old men's gazes, the Elegant Five Elder stepped forward with a slightly darkened