Chapter 200: What if It Really Can Be Solved?
The smell of alcohol drifted through the tavern air as Ansu and Vera continued to listen, the atmosphere in the hall growing increasingly heated.
"Brother, they've already started cursing..." Vera's eyes couldn't stop darting toward those two tables.
"Mhm." Ansu lightly pressed the back of her hand, signaling her to stay calm.
At first, the group of mages was just being passively self-deprecating or complaining, but gradually... their negative emotions snowballed. Their speech began to brim with aggression.
For instance, they cursed the "Church dogs" and criticized the rotting Empire for its inaction...
They even went as far as mocking Novalon as a fanatic country and a fragmented empire.
Seeing that the mages' remarks were becoming more dangerous, Vera's eyes narrowed. She reached out to tug on Ansu's arm and leaned her small face close to him.
Ansu looked at her, and Vera mouthed the words:
'Brother... these low-level mages aren't planning to lash out at society, are they?'