"You mean to say that you have a way to avoid Madara's attention?"
The bar owner, after a moment of silence, asked with a tone that clearly showed his mistrust.
Frey hastily nodded. But soon she froze, noticing the skeptical expressions on everyone's faces. Her heart tightened, and she couldn't help but clench her sword, as if trying to vent her nervousness through the whitening joints of her fingers.
"Frey is a militia from Buqi. A friend of hers once said that Ridenburg would fall. Before tonight, none of you would have believed it. Su didn't believe it either, but the facts are right in front of us. I think Frey's words have some merit." At this moment, Su suddenly spoke up from the side.
Everyone was taken aback, even Frey glanced at the girl with the wheat-colored skin and braided hair, giving her a grateful look.
