The Strongest Curse Master

Chapter 236: Festus Norges

Chapter 236: Festus Norges

"I'm sorry, but I don't know you, and we're in a hurry. So, that's not happening," Ace said flatly with an indifferent face, ignoring that just the presence of the one-eyed man made his heart feel pressured and about to burst. 

Delores's heart jumped into her throat. Her grip on both him and the rifle tightened instinctively. She wasn't someone who was scared easily, but the man in front of them made every fiber of her being screamed at her to run for her life. His presence alone was enough to put him in the same league as her missing master, the head of the McSuile family.

Ace, on the other hand, wasn't suicidal—he just wanted to see if this one-eyed man's politeness was genuine or a facade. Better to find out now than later. Plus, he didn't exactly mind being nestled in Delores's bosom. Honestly, he hadn't expected to relive this experience so soon.

"Ah, where are my manners?" The one-eyed man gave a slight bow. "I am Festus Norges, a lowly curse crafter." His eye gleamed with something unreadable as he continued, "If I can examine that curse tool sooner, I wouldn't mind lending you a hand with whatever urgent matter you're dealing with."

Delores was caught off guard. The man was surprisingly easy to talk to—too easy. But before she could consider it further, Ace dismissed him again without hesitation, saying, "No, we've got it covered. We'll be taking our leave now."

Delores winced as Ace's words left his mouth, her grip on him grew painfully tight. He felt it but pushed through, giving her a simple order, "Let's go."