Jora's facial muscles twitched. In this moment, she just wanted to curse and slap the man in front of her to death!
Sigh...
Roger also wore a helpless expression.
What has this world come to?
He was full of enthusiasm, frequently trying to help others, yet why was he always misunderstood?
However, Jora soon managed to calm her turbulent emotions. She took a couple of deep breaths and changed the subject.
"I was attacked again just now. It was Heyman and that black-robed individual. Luckily, I noticed in time and immediately disengaged from the fight."
"If I had made the slightest mistake, I would probably already be dead."
Jora looked deeply shaken.
"It seems you've become their greatest obstacle. This is now a fight to the death between you and them."
Roger nodded and added from the side.
"That's why I need your help. I misunderstood you earlier. I put too much faith in the bonds of blood. But now it seems that my brother died hundreds of years ago."
