An hour before meeting with Avansa, in the negotiation room, Aiden also sat at the iron table, Veronica standing behind him with her hands behind her back just as before. But this time, it wasn't Avansa sitting at the other end, but Meiruki the shackled slave.
"The guards and prisoners you've treated are all fine now. Your medical skills are indeed remarkable," Aiden said, looking into Meiruki's eyes, his tone somewhat indistinguishable between mockery and admiration.
"It seems the warden has quite an appreciation for talent. I wonder if my abilities can catch the eye of the warden?" Meiruki smiled.
"A 'talent' who wanted me dead yesterday is hard for me to cherish," Aiden raised his eyebrows, "Moreover, as soon as news that an S-class criminal like you has fallen into my hands gets out, the Heretic Inquisition will probably come running to demand you from me."