135 Undercurrents (2)

"Are there no alternatives for those?" asked Battle Sage, Eren.

A yellow robe monk around mid forties with six dots on his forehead, and among the people here, he's the only one who is a born noble, and because of that, he's family has a really high standing in their kingdom that even their king would need to be respectful towards them even though his family is very low key, and that his parents and wife doesn't even flaunt that their son or husband is a powerful Sage.

"No alternatives, we can only leave it to fate. Let's just hope that Erva manages to breakthrough" Laura said.

"How about we ask Sage Lira for help?" Hiccup said as he looked around.

"That bitch? Ha! I doubt that damn Night Elf would lend us a hand. Their race had never interfered with our matters before and even during the war five hundred years ago, so I doubt she would do now, not unless those sea bastards provokes them!" Laura snorted with anger.