The trembling was transmitted through the metal arm.

�Edgar, are you okay?�

Mustang asked without taking his eyes off Sirone.

�That guy is no ordinary bet.�

Sirone drew in her tentacles and said.

�Yolga, you promised.�

�is it so.�I will keep my promise.�

Miro snorted.

�Sirone, don�t listen to Yolgah.�You will lose yourself.�

On the one hand, Miro�s words were understandable, but if he didn�t do this, he would perish.

�You know.�The result is already distorted.�If Mr. Miro can convince Mr. Yolga, he will kill himself.�

Only then did Miro�s expression become serious.

It was clear that she was not lying, for she was the one who knew Yoga�s personality better than anyone else.

�Then can I join in too?�

When Sirone turned to the door at the familiar voice, Fermi came in from beside Miro.

�you����.�

The moment Syrone was about to speak, Yoga asked.

�Who are you?�

It was an instinctive attraction, and even Fermi�s eyes flickered for a moment.

�I am a merchant.�Money smells bad here.�

However, he did not reveal his identity.

I didn�t open the upper part of Istas just to have a mother-and-child reunion out of sentimentality.

What really matters is the present and the future, not the past.

He was the one who could most calmly confirm what had happened in this space and this time.

�Coldly.�Calmly.�

�nice to meet you.�It�s called Yoga.�

�I am familiar with fame.�

After shaking hands, Fermi said goodbye to Edgar, Nine, and Mustang, whom he called Uncle and Aunt when he was young.

�You look like Fermi.�

Mustang�s murmurs had bones, but Yolgha only smiled. JrNovels.com