Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 607 Hanson

Jerome made a good first impression on Emrys.

Edom scoffed. “Eavesdropping is eavesdropping. There’s no need to dress it up with fancy.

words!”

Emrys ignored him.

With a pensive expression, Jerome asked, “You mentioned earlier that you came to visit me. Does that mean we’ve met before?”

“Nope,” Emrys shook his head. He smiled and continued, “I’m just an insignificant person, so how could I have the opportunity to know you, Mr. Freville? I happened to hear that the leader of Shadow Garden is from Chanaea, so I thought I’d come and take a look.”

“Hmph! We, the Three Hall Leaders, are also Chanacans. Why didn’t you mention visiting us?” Edom wore a stern expression, maintaining his hostility towards Emrys.

Emrys teased him, sarcastically remarking, “Didn’t you just say that you’ve become at citizen of Briostein? How come you’re suddenly a Chanacan again?”

“You!”

Anger flashed in Edom’s eyes. He knew that Emrys was deliberately belittling him.

A faint, sinister smirk suddenly appeared on Haimon’s face, his features soft yet ominous. He said, “Whether your purpose here is to pay a visit or not, it doesn’t seem important to

me.”

So, what do you think is

of utmost importance,”

however, seemed oblivious and continued to speak. “What is it that I’m not. supposed to hear? Is it about the Three Great Halls planning to join the Deity Slayer Alliance? Or was it that Shadow Garden once had a dispute with Chanaea Martial Arts Alliance? Or are you referring to you

had heard everything the quartet had been discussing

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Jerome’s expression

Emrys had stumbled into Shadow Garden by accident, Jerome might have spared his life, considering they were both from Chanaca. However, since Emrys had overheard so much, Jerome figured he had

matters were indeed not suitable to be disclosed.

usually don’t kill those outside of our assignments, but your timing today couldn’t have been worse. Moreover, you shouldn’t have cavesdropped on our conversation. So, I’m sorry.”

intent pouring forth. Just as he was about to make his move, he suddenly heard the crisp sound of footsteps echoing from afar.

sound of leather

intent. He turned his gaze toward the doorway,

turned their gazes in that direction,

height of about one hundred and ninety centimeters. He exuded an air of noble elegance. Atop his head, he wore a white round top hat, slightly tilted, obscuring the upper

his feet moved forward with his steps, striking the ground with a rhythmic clatter,

finished your discussion?” The man in