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.

poured the tea into a cup and respectfully handed

faint spiritual energy within the

Marth, showing his appreciation of the tea. Marth smiled brightly as if he had picked up money from

loved to dwell on the minor things as if he was a servant. He would never be able to accomplish anything big at

it to himself unlike before. After all, they were in a

not care how Lourain viewed him at all.

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

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 holding a grudge and go against you at any

Even though Lionel's skills meant that he could not face Jack head-on,