Chapter 162: Key
As soon as he said this reason, Arren frowned as he furrowed his brows. He held the key? What key? He couldn’t understand, and he never remembered that he held a key for something.
Other than him, everyone more or less had a clue about it, even Spade, who wasn’t surprised by this answer and yet was still clueless about what it meant.
Arren lifted his gaze and met Spade’s eyes almost instantly as the alpha also looked at him. They both looked at each other, gripping the other’s hand, seemingly to assure each other.
They returned their attention to Curt; they didn’t need to say anything more as the alpha had already started to speak once more.
"When we failed on..." he paused before glancing at Arren for a split second before he continued, "... capturing the Young Master, I still didn’t see the big deal since we can have a chance again or abandon the idea. But... the team leader called me..." Curt swallowed, having difficulty putting his mind to words again.
"He was delirious!" he exclaimed, still frightened by the memory. "I’ve never encountered him like that; his voice wasn’t clear at first before he kept on whispering..." Curt paused again, lifted his gaze, and looked directly at Arren.
He seemed to become immersed in his memory and forget his surroundings or even the situation that he was in. "His Excellency wants him. We need to capture him or I’m dead—no, all of us. Then I ask, why? He said... His Excellency shouted, Arren held the key!" Curt even shouted the last words as though they really left a big impression on him.
"What is this key? For what purpose?" Arren couldn’t help but ask; all this tension began to build inside of him, as he even began to squeeze his hand hard and subconsciously.
Every word that he heard from the almost delusional Curt made his heart pound nervously, and he started to have goosebumps all over his body. He didn’t know what this key was, but it was probably too important for the leader to give it up.