CH455 Dinner Table Negotiation II
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The dining hall descended into a heavy, oppressive silence.
Both sides looked on subtly, watching their respective leaders, ready to act at a single word. Meanwhile, Alex and Azgrug stared at each other as if locked in a childish staring contest—though nothing about it was childish.
Alex maintained a calm, serene expression, his posture relaxed. Across from him, Azgrug searched relentlessly for a flaw or a crack, any weakness at all—yet found none.
"Hahahaha!"
Azgrug suddenly burst into laughter, diffusing the situation.
"Very well," he said. "I will take your word and believe that you harbour no nefarious intentions toward my tribe's Camp Red Rock."
Alex simply nodded, neither relieved nor triumphant.
Azgrug's gaze then swept over Alex's body.
"Tell me," the orc asked abruptly, "are you truly a sorcerer?"
Alex's brows lifted in surprise, clearly not expecting the question.
Seeing his reaction, Azgrug quickly clarified,
