Bab 169: Chapter 165 - Schemes And Plots

In a dimly lit hall, sitting around a round table, the Arms of Obelisk converged for their usual gathering.

Waiting patiently, Magnus, having recovered his lost arm, kept whistling as he read through a blueprint, his tone jovial.

This action of his, surprisingly, seemed to bother no one as they patiently awaited their boss's arrival.

Rigurd, calm as usual and thankful for the peaceful ambience, quietly brooded as he folded his arms across his chest, his eyes closed.

Evie and Ashildr, simply sipped their tea, their teacups making clinking noises as they poured another round, all while discussing something between each other's minds using mana sense.

Quinn, on the other hand, ever the outlier, was hell-bent on wanting to tick someone off as his red eyes delightfully gleamed in mischief.

"So Magnus. It must really suck to have had your ass handed to you by two brats huh" he rested his face on his palm, his tone laced with mockery.