At the Tenth Hall, Quenric lounged in his quarters, not bothering to leave the place at all. Neither was he even the slightest bit worried that Tennyson would pick trouble with him.
At the end of the day, his visit there was nothing more than a formality to add value to him. His family was a prestigious one among the celestials, so Tennyson wouldn't dare do anything to him.
While Quenric was relaxing, the gaunt old man walked in.
"How's it going? ls Jared dead yet?" Quenric asked.
"Mr. Haverford, although many have gone to Allardland, none has made a move yet right now. They must have some reservations about something," the gaunt old man replied.
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