How else would one obtain riches without others knowing if not acting secretive?
Yesterday, Lucien and the others returned in a bad mood, which meant that Arran had escaped.
The bastard was now stuck alone in human territory, though, and would probably be hunted down soon by an even stronger squad of veteran wizards, maybe even with one of the Magna Novem assigned to the task.
And so, Hal and the others began their return journey.
Lucien interrogated Liora along the way, his tone gradually softening over time, while his gazes at her became increasingly bold.
Hal was more or less ignored by the Ice Magna Prospect, as though he hadn't just defeated a Fellkin the day before.
The squadron members, meanwhile, were fighting an internal battle against their curiosity.
They knew their captain would be displeased if they showed too much interest.
If Lucien wasn't asking Hal how he pulled off such a feat, then they couldn't either.
Simple as that.
