For the sake of convenience, Forneus had morphed into his demi-human form, a red-scaled Dragonkin with blue eyes.
The ruckus they had orchestrated attracted Dantanian's attention as planned, so there was no point antagonizing Mammon any further.
Besides, he was the one who started it. Logic would say he was the one in the wrong.
Of course, Forneus didn't think so. This wasn't his idea anyway. It was Thirteen's.
In other words, he might look like the main culprit, but the true mastermind was the teenage boy. He was just the pawn sent to incite chaos in the port city.
And he had to admit… The method was dubious, but it quickly got them the result they wanted.
Dantanian glanced at his colleagues, who had finally calmed down. The round table they sat on was filled with delicious dishes, a testament of Mammon's wealth, and prosperity.
"It's been a few centuries since I saw you, Forneus," Mammon said after taking a sip of wine. "What woke you from hibernation?"
