The Big Catfolk nodded and looked at Miss Maid beside him, who glanced in a direction and then gently nodded her head.
Reed, with a pipe still in his mouth, finally took it out and suggested to the opposing Paladin, "Knight, how about a one-on-one duel with me?"
The latter exchanged glances with his companion, both recognizing him as a native Paladin, and shook their heads.
Though also a Paladin, as the Invoker, he was certainly different from the former's rigidity.
Reed sighed, tidied the golden ring hanging under his luxurious fiery mane, not knowing whether he was lamenting the Invoker Paladin's incomprehensible pursuit or his own kindness unappreciated by others. He turned back to Bakins and said, "Then, let's do it this way."
Before the two realized what was happening, Bakins threw a rounded grenade forward.
"What the heck!"
The Iron Defender shouted angrily.
The two could hardly believe that the once courteous Lion Paladin turned around with a dirty trick.
