Chapter 744
Ian’s eyes twitched faintly. For once, however, he did not refuse outright.
"And where exactly do you think we’re going?"
He fixed Miguel with a steady look. The priest avoided his gaze, scratching at his beard as though trying to tear it out by the roots, then let out an awkward laugh.
“Well, wherever we’re headed, our lives will probably be hanging by a thread again… won’t they?”
"And you know that," Ian clicked his tongue lightly, "yet after I placed you in a respectable position…"
Miguel lowered his hand and smacked his lips. "I won’t deny it’s a promotion. But the more I think about it, the more it feels like the wrong seat for me. I may wear a priest’s robe, but I barely read well enough to scrape by."
His eyes flicked toward the stairwell where Ferma had already vanished. Then he leaned closer and lowered his voice.
"Among all those clever types, I’ll just end up running errands anyway. If that’s the case..."
"You’d rather run errands on this side?" Ian finished for him.