[Chapter title at the end.]
"What do you want to know? Let me make it clear though. I have no fucking clue about half of the stuff you'd be asking. I have questions of my own, damn it."
Ivor said and looked at Eren with expressions that screamed that he was feeling wronged. The butcher thought about it for a while then turned his neck back at Eliza. The Sage had an amused expression on her face.
The butcher realized that he couldn't get any answer from the witch anytime soon. So he focused on his slap-fest victim at hand:
"First of all, I can understand Jason coming here. But what are you doing here? This isn't a place a baron candidate like you would visit carelessly."
Ivor replied Eren with a question of his own that was soaked in his feelings of irritation:
"Oh yeah? You are not even important enough to know about this place. So what the fuck are you doing here?"
