“What are they doing in there? Hurry up and drag those fortune tellers out—urk?”
As soon as the carriage door opened, Reed and I stepped out confidently on our own.
The man who had unwittingly brought us here gaped in shock, belatedly realizing that his comrades were fast asleep.
I commanded him with an icy glare.
“Come on, lead us to your master.”
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We arrived at a reception room that exuded the lavishness befitting royalty.
The sofa, undoubtedly crafted from the finest materials, offered a plush and comfortable seat. Yet Reed, his eyes cast downward, was anything but relaxed.
“Almost an hour now. How dare they make…