"Kris, now that they know who you are, do you really think they'll lay a hand on you again?"
"And besides, this is a proper fortress! You think just because you want ten more jugs of wine, we'd beat you up again? What kind of people would that make us?"
Velen spoke with righteous indignation.
Hearing that, Kris was so moved he almost burst into tears.
His eyes sparkled with hope as he looked at Velen. "Your Highness, then the wine…"
Before he could finish, Velen cut him off.
"No more wine. That little bit of bruising was already worth ten jugs."
Heartbroken.
Kris's soul practically shattered on the spot.
If he could do it all over again, he'd absolutely shout:
"Come on! Beat me like you mean it! Just leave me breathing!"
"Velen, you didn't come back just to check in, did you?"
Anastasia narrowed her eyes at him, instantly suspicious.
With how well she knew him, she was sure he was up to something.
"Haha, Anastasia, you really know me best!"
