Bab 315: Chapter 140: Slow to Grab_1

"What kind of creature are you?!"

The goblin nicknamed 'Needle' certainly doesn't have a good temper. As soon as he heard the other party's 'third-rate Thief,' his face changed. With a forceful flick of his wrists, two black iron boxes sprung out from his guards. The grooves on the boxes were filled with dark blue long needles, pointed directly at the human male in the room. He spoke in a cold voice, "I'm giving you a chance to change your words, or else...hmph."

This time, Mous did not stop his companion, not because the reckless words of the man in front of him brought him any discomfort. The shrewd elf simply wanted to let Needle, one of the stronger ones among the four behind him (excluding Korr), to probe the other party.

This was necessary.