No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

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.

into a cup and respectfully handed it to

tasted the tea, and a sweet fragrance entered his body. After he drank it, the faint spiritual energy within the tea was

of the tea. Marth smiled brightly as if

his eyes. Marth really loved to dwell on the minor things as if he was a servant. He would never be

this thought; he merely kept it to himself unlike before. After all,

did not care how Lourain viewed him at all. He merely wanted

now and didn't see Lionel's expression, but I did. Lionel was looking at you so hatefully. It looked as if you had killed

petty, yet he wants to be your strategist. What a joke! If I had your skills, I wouldn't ever want a strategist like that. If you did anything he didn't like, he might end up

looked at Jack with such hatred, it seemed like Lionel wanted to rip Jack apart. Even though Lionel's skills meant that he could not