Chapter 138
"With a group this powerful, are you really afraid of a low-ranking orc like me?" Xie persisted, putting on a display of sincerity. "Besides, I promise I'll never lay a hand on a female again."
"Impossible!" Hayes echoed, his voice just as firm.
The man's face fell, adopting a pathetic, wounded expression. "Then I suppose I'll just have to fend for myself."
Luce ignored him, turning to the group. "Let's go."
Low-ranking? Luce knew better. He had crossed blades with this man; he was anything but weak. He was putting on an elaborate act, and he clearly had a sinister agenda—likely involving Euphoria.
They resumed their journey, but the man continued to shadow them from a distance.
After a while, Luce and Hayes halted. Luce turned to Trent. "Trent, he's yours."
