Chapitre 192: The Vessel of the Night

"A good show? Sounds like you're waiting for fun things to happen." Garios snorted and leaned against his seat. Even if he was surrounded by his once enemies, he cared too little. In the end of the day, these people lost. That was why their missy agreed to the wedding.

"I don't like the sound of that." Elijah, albeit warned by Petyr not to butt in their conversation, still scoffed as he picked up snacks served to the waiting guests. "You seem to be the type who is not beneath speaking to your enemies. Are you expecting someone to jump on the tension and ruin things for everyone? With a hall filled with powerful people, what's the worst that could happen?"

Ouroboros only smiled and moved to the space behind Elijah. He then leaned down and whispered to the zombie's ear, a hand covering his mouth. "Don't talk too loudly. A lot of effort goes into a surprise. If you spoil it for them, who knows who will come to silence you?"