Chapitre 362: The Wolf in King's Clothing, Part 2

Note: This chapter was supposed to be published last week. Apologies for the delay. Editing issues. 

Also, I changed the chapter title of the previous chapter. 

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"Ye'r late," Regin Gladstone grumbled.

Yeah, we were pretty late to the meet-up, but I blame Liara for it. Jumping around perfect geometrically shaped rooftops with her had been a fun little trek across the dwarven city. Kind of like a date, but one where I was invisible thanks to my 'Cap of Invisibility', and she was mostly mist wrapped around me.

Obviously, we couldn't talk to each other. Well, I could talk, and I did—giving Liara the breakdown of what I'd discovered in the king's throne room while whispering sweet nothings to her wispy form—while fog-Liara just listened. Indeed, the only reactions I would get from my betrothed while on our trek were the telltale widening or narrowing of her glowing crimson eyes which were the only part of Liara present in her fog.