Chapter 108: Its A Conspiracy, Not A Rendezvous (1)
The Transmutation Club room. A small room located in one of the sections was the only space where Vermel and I could talk freely.
We met here every chance we got like we had agreed on it. Well, it was more appropriate to call this a conspiracy than a rendezvous but it didn’t seem to appear that way to others.
Anyway, we knew what we had to do. As soon as we arrived, I unpacked my bag.
“What’s that?”
“What do you think? It’s what I got from Jǫrmungandr.”
“Pitchblende?”
“No, something more valuable.”
The elf’s face blanched as soon as I finished speaking. Vermel backed himself as far into the corner as he could and yelled as he glared at me.
“Why did you bring that all the way here!”
“What do you mean ‘why’? It’s the only way to prove that I met Jǫrmungandr.”
The elf furrowed his brows, showing his incredulity.