Just as Renard was about to continue blabbering, the Fleshcraft Grandmaster's deep black eyes flashed coldly, and he said in an irrefutable tone, "ENOUGH!!!"
"DO NOT TEST MY PATIENCE ANY FURTHER, PRINCE RENARD."
For an instant, there was silence; the prince's casual smile slowly receded. He let out a sigh and finally revealed the reason Lazek was here.
"According to what I have last heard, from my subordinate whom I sent with Kale, he had entered the swamp hatchery a day ago, and he had not come out yet..."
Lazek's breathing quickened; he stood there silently, staring into the Prince's eyes for any hints of falsehood.
But Renard kept his unflinching smile.
Lazek asked, "How do you know Kale?"
Renard chuckled, "I met him a few years back in his village… when I was on my pilgrimage. Travelling through all the parts of the Empire."
Lazek's eyes narrowed, "His village?"
Renard blinked in slight surprise and studied the famous Fleshcrafter's expression carefully.
