Chapitre 92: 92. The Bloom of the Soul's Eye

"What the hell is this? We came all the way here just to blow on some flutes? You've got to be kidding me!" Casildo exclaimed in frustration.

"If it's about playing the flute, don't they have their harlot, Nada, who can produce the most horrifying performance of all time?!" he added, earning sharp glares from everyone, including Galen, who was usually the epitome of patience.

But this time, Galen's face was expressionless as he threw an unamused glance at Casildo.

Kairav clicked his tongue and shook his head. "You should start paying attention to the words coming out of your mouth, Dairy Cow. Before someone cuts off your tongue," he sneered.

"But your mouth is just as foul as mine!" Casildo retorted, unwilling to take criticism from someone as sharp-tongued as himself.