Chapter 357: Why do I keep collecting runaways?
The demon was of a beast tribe, with light green skin that reminded me of Vrida. She was half naga, and some part of her body was covered in emerald-colored scale, including the skin around her jet-black eyes. She was called Neel, an orphan, and did not adopt any surname.
"I didn’t think you’d really come through...smuggling," I said as we sat in the drawing room on the guest floor.
Natha did say something along that line, but I thought he was just kidding while referring to how Izzi was brought here. The vault, from afar, looked like a container one might use on shipment--except that this one had wheels for mobility. Unlike Izzi who was basically being shoved inside a box, the vault Neel traveled in had amenities inside, and looked like a proper room in a tent size.
Still made little boy Jade disappointed by the lack of candy.
"Special circumstances need a special measure," Natha shrugged beside me.
It didn’t feel special when you had already done it once before. I observed the demon who had been looking cautious since earlier, glancing around in a defensive posture as if she expected someone would ambush her behind the door.
"Are you a fugitive too?" I asked curiously.
"What? No!" the wary eyes glared at me. "I have no problem with the law!"
"Just with the people who made the law," Natha added.
"So...fugitive?"
She gritted her teeth and raised her fist indignantly. "No! I’m someone who seeks protection from exploitative practice!"