As Michael chatted happily with Jin, Fafnir examined the jester card confusedly. It looked like an ordinary card that was used to play games, which had a figure of a jester on it.
'I should use appraisal on it later. It might be dangerous.'
Fafnir wanted to trust Michael, but he couldn't really recognize the man in front of him anymore.
So many people died because of blind trust. Fafnir wouldn't do such a thing without being certain that Michael meant no harm, especially when they were opponents.
The possibility that Michael wanted to cheat and execute Fafnir in advance was there.
"By the way, will you turn into that little form? I really missed it." Michael asked with a smile, wrapping an arm around Fafnir's shoulders.
Rolling his eyes, Fafnir's body and hair turned inky-black before he shrank into a small form, swallowing his silver armor into his little body. Then, he sat on top of the table to reach the food.
