Chapitre 306: Rules of the Duel

"Oh yeah, Son of Aeklun? … That's a lot of lip coming from a paper-pushing chump." 

Felhet bottled up his rage, letting only a sample of that wrath leak through his leer. 

All the same, Aakur stood firm. He held his smile while inwardly thanking his ancestors that no weapons were drawn and no steps were taken toward himself. 

"... I'll wait like I promised." Felhet clicked his tongue with a snort. 

"He's got till noon to get his ass over here. Or I'm coming to him, wherever he is. Be sure that he understands."

Aakur replied with a tiny head bow. 

"Guild Master Rizz expected as much, that's what he told me. Hence, I've come here to wait for his return. And it seems that Guild Master Rizz is nearly finished already." 

"Good. I'll be right here…" 

Many passersby drifted toward town hall with a hint of mob mentality. They also caught wind of the well-known goblin streaking back into town with his nose pointed north.