Chapter 86: Bring Me the Salt (2)
“There can be good fortune like that; we usually call that luck.”
“I call that fraud, Godfather.”
“So, the point is, you don’t trust me?”
The Godfather didn’t do anything, but Keter’s gaze naturally went up as he grew larger and filled the entire reception room, his head now poking through the ceiling. Soon, he became so large that Keter couldn’t see his face even with his head all the way back.
However, that didn’t really happen; Keter just felt that it did. The presence that the Godfather was purposely showing was far superior to Deyal, the Lord of the East who was the strongest enemy Keter had faced in his past life.
An image surfaced in Keter’s mind: a vivid impression that the Godfather could crush him effortlessly with just his pinky finger.
A smile appeared on Keter’s face—it wasn’t because the fear had driven him insane but because he was full of joy.
“The fact that you are threatening me means that you think I can save Sefira without your help.”
“...”
“You’re cheering me on yourself. I’m truly flattered, haha!”
“Sigh...”