Aerithe Moonshadow looked at Carson Flores with a complex expression in her eyes as his gaze fell on her.
She pursed her lips and crouched down: "We're almost across the Endless Sea, and it's not far to the North Sea. I can go alone."
Oberon Foster's face was somber: "You're not strong enough, and being so beautiful, it's very unsafe for you to travel alone..."
Oberon Foster once again looked at Carson Flores, pleading, "Fellow Flores..."
Carson Flores nodded calmly, "Alright, I promise you."
Oberon Foster's tensed body relaxed, and the light in his eyes began to fade.
Suddenly, he bent forward abruptly and grabbed Carson Flores's arm, his voice tense and urgent: "Fellow Flores, swear! Swear that you'll help escort her to the Illusory Moon Sect..."
Aerithe Moonshadow's expression turned extremely awkward in an instant. After all, she was asking for help without offering any payment, and now she was going too far by asking him to swear. Wasn't this a clear sign of mistrust?
