The three of them walked into an inn that was buzzing with conversation as everyone chatted with great interest.

The inn was about the size of half an arena. There were about 80 to 90 tables there, and 90% of the tables were full.

Lourain's eye was sharp, and he immediately spotted a table in a corner. He quickly told Jack and Marth before he rushed over to take a seat. After the three of them sat down,

Marth took out some spiritual tea he managed to obtain a few years ago and started to make some tea.

Even though his distaste for Lourain remained, the three of them were on the same boat at this point. If he continued to argue with Lourain without stopping like before, it would only serve to annoy Jack.

When Jack was challenging the Killing Hall, the two of them agreed to a momentary truce.

cup and respectfully

After he drank it, the faint spiritual energy within

appreciation of the tea. Marth smiled brightly as if he had picked up

could not help but roll his eyes. Marth really loved to dwell on the minor things as if he was a servant. He would never be able to accomplish

before. After all, they were in a truce, and he would have to endure what

him at all. He merely wanted

his nose, saying in a low voice, "You left in a hurry just now and didn't see Lionel's expression, but I did. Lionel was looking at you so hatefully. It looked as if you had

strategist like that. If you did anything

apart. Even though Lionel's skills meant

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