Bad Actor

# Chp 161: Bad Actor

{Alex Kirk. Noon.

Port Altemben. Vlysimn}

Where were we right now?

Pfft, in the ceiling, of course. We were listening in on the conversation from the ceiling of the cafe. I was glad they made a false roof over here, it's tough to come around one these days. There were also no chances of falling down, by the way, I had tied myself with many ropes up to the ceiling beforehand and was using wind magic to keep myself a bit up in the air. Nothing revolutionary, of course.

"We are really thankful that you helped us get back to the kids," the woman with red hair said, she was likely Arielle's mother. She was also the one doing the dealings yesterday. "They told us that there four people who looked like merchants, so are the rest not here?"

"They might be." Qiu Zan said, crossing his legs.

"How can I shoot and kill that fucker right now?"

"Calm down, criminal girl, calm down."