Chapter 518 - 511. Pursuit
"My apologies, Sir Vaski," the senior reporter hurriedly apologized, followed by some of the other reporters. "They misspoke. Please forgive them as they are still young--"
"Young?" Bassena scoffed, although he did step back to let the reporters breathe. "They are older than half the people here."
The senior reporter pressed his lips and bowed while apologizing once again. Thankfully, someone came to divert Bassena’s attention from them.
"Bas, do you need me?" Ron tilted his body slightly to observe the poor reporters eclipsed by the Saint-class.
"Yeah," Bassena turned around, but the reporters were yet brave enough to let out a breath of relief. "Please escort them back to the Borderland. I’m sorry for doing this when you’re just here, but--"
"It’s fine, I understand," Ron glanced at the two trembling reporters who were in the direct line of Bassena’s ire earlier. "You want me to tell the Captain too, right?"
"Yeah, I’m not sure if..." Bassena glanced in the direction of the desert. "Just keep on standby for now, and only come if we burn the black sheet."
"Got it. Say hello to Zein for me, yeah?"
Bassena patted the scout’s upper arm before vanishing in a wisp of darkness. Ron turned toward the reporter then, who could finally breathe easier. They looked at Ron, whose dry smile was enough to make him look like an angel in their eyes, despite his even drier words.
"I’ll give you five minutes to pack your belongings, and we’ll go even if I have to drag your tied-up body, understood?"
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