That dumb blacksmith told him everything.
I cursed internally but whatever. It's not like it could make my already messed-up life any worse. And if I remembered correctly from some random article in my past life, too much useless stress leads to early balding.
And I was not about to go bald.
If luck already had it out for me, I wasn't going to make it easier. Because the day that bitc—ahem, beautiful woman—decided to leave me, death itself would probably show up personally to finish the job.
So… I stayed calm and acted confused.
"Ohh, so that's what happened?" I said, tilting my head slightly. "I couldn't remember anything from that chamber."
Ashanvar didn't look convinced.
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Tch. Fine." I clicked my tongue. "I remember everything, I just don't want to tell you shit. Happy now?"
I gave up. Fooling this guy was a pain, and honestly, not worth the effort. Besides, he did give me a pretty useful martial art today, so I decided to go a little easy on him.
