บท 123: Two Conditions

"Giving them out? To whom?" Azel echoed as he lifted his cup and took a sip of his earl grey tea.

Adelia pursed her lips, then she looked around briefly to make sure no one was paying any attention to their table. "I plan on going to the slums."

Azel choked and nearly spat out his tea. He gently placed his cup back on the table, swallowed and cleared his throat. He raised his brows. "...What?"

Adelia stared at him with furrowed brows, her expression worried. "Are you alright?" She asked. "Do you need water?"

Azel gently shook his head. "No, I'm fine." He assured her. "That aside, where did you say you wanted to go again?"

Adelia's eyes brightened. "The slums." She said confidently and he stiffened. "Initially I wanted to visit the black market or a brothel first but I changed my mind."

Azel's jaw slackened slightly as he watched her; of all the places in the city she could visit, she chose the worst three out of them all.