Char wiped some cold sweat, and silently prayed for his Lord, hoping that Lord Martha in the heavens would bless the great master with an extraordinary resistance to poison, or tonight would definitely be tough for him. Char couldn't help but think, if Romantic innocently offered Brand these graveyard moss, would his Lord choose to eat them? Or choose to eat them?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but suppress laughter that led to internal injury.
But what Char didn't know was that after finishing her conversation with him, Miss Merchant turned back, seeming to focus on counting sparks again. However, Little Roman placed her hands properly on her leather bag, but was actually lifting her little chin to look at the girl on the other side of the bonfire facing her.
