Although saying this at a time of departure sounds slightly inauspicious, it still conveys the determination of the Thorn Bishop.
Moreover, after saying it, he deliberately turned his head toward Fremay.
The warning implicit was self-evident.
But Fremay just gave the Thorn Bishop a fleeting glance and didn't respond at all, not bothering to pay attention.
She is currently in a silent state, unwilling to speak easily.
Even if she could speak, she actually wouldn't care about the Chief Judge's threats.
Let alone now.
You bald head, don't bother me!
Mouth's sore, don't want to talk.
Herbert also understood the Chief Judge's good intentions, and sincerely thanked him, making numerous sensible assurances.
Like... definitely won't venture into the depths! Won't initiate provocation with Demons! Won't be reckless and not seek help in danger!
As for whether these promises will be kept... who cares?
After entering the Misty Mountains, who can control me?
