"What... what?"
Shilton stood awkwardly holding this strange metal rattle.
He pressed Lann for an answer.
That night, his mind was already muddled and tense due to being drugged, and now it was almost going blank with anxiety.
What does 'after ringing the bell, explain that it's helping me' mean?
Who am I supposed to explain it to?
What will happen after I ring this bell?
But looking at Lann's retreating figure in the long, luxurious corridor, and the sight outside the window beside him, reflecting a faint red glow against the city walls, Shilton still stomped his feet, gritted his teeth, and turned around to jog away.
In the end, he still trusted his friend Lann, and no matter what, he didn't grit his teeth and leave his family's bank just to see his career turn into a charred ruin!
"Damn it! Damn it!"
The red-bearded dwarf cursed under his breath, yet he carefully held the eerie and somber metal rattle, his short legs moving swiftly as he ran out of Airetusa.
