"Ha, right, I almost forgot," Tristan said, slapping his forehead and laughing.
At the same time, a chill began to creep over his body.
Although often seen as a playboy, Tristan was not unintelligent.
Yashum's words had made him aware of the looming danger.
Owen glanced at Tristan with a sense of resignation, not bothering to add anything.
He knew that no matter what, things were about to get very complicated.
Even if they managed to escape this time, the Tyrant Cult would be furious.
"If you have any life-saving measures your father gave you, remember to use them."
Although Owen felt that Tristan's fate was sealed, he still kindly advised him, whether it was to help them buy more time or out of fear of the Tyrant Cult's wrath.
Tristan's eyes widened slightly.
Owen's words implied that his life was in danger.
How could that be possible?
