Chapter: 875
The blonde man, the Saint, could see the red-haired man smiling gently. The red-haired man then pointed to the person that he had introduced as his servant.
�I know a bit about it as our servant had been injured by dead mana before. Right, Ron?�
Cale pointed to Ron�s left arm as he asked. Ron answered without even having a change in his expression.
�Yes sir. My left arm and body were injured severely. We barely managed to fix it.�
�Fix it?�
The Saint�s face turned odd, but Cale pretended not to notice as he continued to take out more highest-grade potions from his magic bag.
He had a ton of these highest-grade potions. Raon had packed his bag full of them, to the point that it was scary.
However, Cale only took out ten of them before putting on an awkward smile as he looked back at the blonde man.
�This is all that I have on me. Oh, these are potions were made by the Roan Kingdom�s Church of the God of Death. How about you use these to treat the lady as we resolve this little misunderstanding?�
The Saint�s pupils started to shake.
The Saint had not seen such a genuine smile in a long time. The red-haired man who had that genuine smile on his face said something that resonated with the Saint.
�Isn�t human life the most important thing?�
The Saint quietly stared at the potion that was handed to him with the cap removed.
His younger sister had often said this to him.
�Oppa, your problem is that you trust people too much. You trust people too easily and say everything without suspecting anything at all. Stop being like that. I guess that is one of your strengths though. Don�t worry. I am strong, so I will protect you.�
He needed to save his younger sister.
At that moment, the Saint could hear the red-haired man continuing to speak.
�Ah, by the way, my name is Cale Henituse, and I am from the Roan Kingdom.�
The blonde man could see a small badge with the golden turtle crest on it.
��Cale Henituse?�
�Yes.�
Cale answered in a gentle, yet stern voice.
He needed to do this so that this man, as well as the woman who would wake up later, would think of him as a noble who happened to be passing by, and not the man who was pretending to be from the secret organization.
Cale pretended to be a clueless noble young master as he looked at the man he suspected to be the Saint. JrNovels.com
�I know a bit about it as our servant had been injured by dead mana before. Right, Ron?�
Cale pointed to Ron�s left arm as he asked. Ron answered without even having a change in his expression.
�Yes sir. My left arm and body were injured severely. We barely managed to fix it.�
�Fix it?�
The Saint�s face turned odd, but Cale pretended not to notice as he continued to take out more highest-grade potions from his magic bag.
He had a ton of these highest-grade potions. Raon had packed his bag full of them, to the point that it was scary.
However, Cale only took out ten of them before putting on an awkward smile as he looked back at the blonde man.
�This is all that I have on me. Oh, these are potions were made by the Roan Kingdom�s Church of the God of Death. How about you use these to treat the lady as we resolve this little misunderstanding?�
The Saint�s pupils started to shake.
The Saint had not seen such a genuine smile in a long time. The red-haired man who had that genuine smile on his face said something that resonated with the Saint.
�Isn�t human life the most important thing?�
The Saint quietly stared at the potion that was handed to him with the cap removed.
His younger sister had often said this to him.
�Oppa, your problem is that you trust people too much. You trust people too easily and say everything without suspecting anything at all. Stop being like that. I guess that is one of your strengths though. Don�t worry. I am strong, so I will protect you.�
He needed to save his younger sister.
At that moment, the Saint could hear the red-haired man continuing to speak.
�Ah, by the way, my name is Cale Henituse, and I am from the Roan Kingdom.�
The blonde man could see a small badge with the golden turtle crest on it.
��Cale Henituse?�
�Yes.�
Cale answered in a gentle, yet stern voice.
He needed to do this so that this man, as well as the woman who would wake up later, would think of him as a noble who happened to be passing by, and not the man who was pretending to be from the secret organization.
Cale pretended to be a clueless noble young master as he looked at the man he suspected to be the Saint. JrNovels.com
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