"What trouble could that shrewd little brat run into?"
Daphne said, sitting at the round table.
"He did something he shouldn't have; he shouldn't have contacted the family." Ventel said gravely.
Daphne was stunned, then her expression turned excited:
"Wait, what did you say!?"
"Cough, cough."
In the hall, a person in armor tapped the floor with the tip of a sword as a reminder.
"Being so loud, do you want to attract the Self-Destructor?" Ventel frowned.
Realizing her faux pas, Daphne mimed a zipper across her lips.
"What did he do?" Daphne asked in a lowered voice.
"Yain Lindong, he was too hasty, he actually went to find that man."
Hearing the man's name, Daphne seemed to realize something and fell into a moment of silence.
"Yain..."
At this time, a third figure appeared outside the door; a woman with a serene smile nodded to the two in the room before sitting in her place.
"Why are you so late?" Ventel asked.
