บท 518: Chapter 511. Pursuit

"My apologies, Sir Vaski," the senior reporter hurriedly apologized, followed by some of the other reporters. "They misspoke. Please forgive them as they are still young--"

"Young?" Bassena scoffed, although he did step back to let the reporters breathe. "They are older than half the people here."

The senior reporter pressed his lips and bowed while apologizing once again. Thankfully, someone came to divert Bassena's attention from them.

"Bas, do you need me?" Ron tilted his body slightly to observe the poor reporters eclipsed by the Saint-class.

"Yeah," Bassena turned around, but the reporters were yet brave enough to let out a breath of relief. "Please escort them back to the Borderland. I'm sorry for doing this when you're just here, but--"

"It's fine, I understand," Ron glanced at the two trembling reporters who were in the direct line of Bassena's ire earlier. "You want me to tell the Captain too, right?"