The question basically confirmed enmity, but Liam didn't attack. He knew something Julian probably wasn't aware of. The Church was extremely close to claiming the inheritance, meaning Liam needed that shortcut and someone who knew how to use it.
"Speak," Liam ordered.
"As expected of Master William," Julian praised. "You are a man of wisdom and reason."
"No flattery," Liam responded. "No pleasantries. No long, complicated speeches. Fellow Daoist, get to the point."
Julian's smile vanished. A faint cold vein even invaded his calm eyes as he tilted his head slightly upward.
"The point, Master William, is that I know my place," Julian declared. "There is no good ending to us claiming this inheritance. Not for us."
That was a point Robert had raised multiple times, but Liam recalled what Julian had responded.
"Didn't you say that we might as well earn a grudge with the Church?" Liam reminded.
