Behind Losano, Xiulote's face was expressionless. He looked at the Master Mason and gestured to stop Bertade and Etalik who were about to step forward.
After a long pause, the Master Mason finally raised his head and looked towards the apprentices standing still across from him.
"What are you standing there foolishly for? Go and light the kiln, mix this stuff with clay, and fire it again!"
The apprentices simply stood dumbly in front, with one quietly extending their index finger, pointing behind their Master.
"You dare point your finger at me? You're turning against me..."
Watching this scene in the workshop, Losano suddenly realized something. He leaped up, turned around sharply, and saw His Highness's expressionless face, not knowing when he had arrived—it couldn't be...
Thinking this, Losano once again threw himself to the ground with a loud thud, his movements as agile as a bear's.