Debra and Shentel exchanged glances. Both of them were extremely shocked.
‘Alaric’s...dead?’
“You…”
Debra regained herself after a few seconds and looked straight at Amastan. “You killed him?”
Her face was filled with disbelief when she said that. Alaric would be an exceptionally wise leader in the Raksasa Tribe because of his high capability and integrity. There was still a chance to settle the grudge between Raksasa Tribe and the nine cities in the Mainland, with him present.
More importantly, Shentel and her had been guiding him whole-heartedly all this time and they had all their hopes in him.
He was an excellent individual and yet, he had been murdered.
Shentel bit her lips hard as she stared at Amastan, wishing that it did not happen and he was lying to them.
If Alaric really had died, their presence there would not only be pointless, they were in grave danger, too.
“Haha…”
Amastan sneered, clearly very pleased. “Tsk tsk, look at your worried faces! Let me guess, you have been trying to confuse Alaric because you wanted to be with him to become a woman of high authority in the Raksasa Tribe. Now that he’s dead, your ambitions are crushed, am I right? Hahaha!”
He laughed maniacally before stopping abruptly, his tone cold as ice. “All women from the Mainland are sly and traitorous. Why should I let you do as you please?”
Whoosh!
Debra’s body quivered with rage because of his words.
As Alaric’s mentor and friend, she had an innocent relationship with him but Amastan was twisting it.
Shentel’s face was filled with fury.
“Your lives are within my hands. Tell me, how would you like to die?” asked Amastan coldly. His arrogant expression remained as he sat down casually.
The women were only weaklings in his eyes and they posed no threat to him.
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