Chapter 687 (2/2)

As if reading the mood, most of the people around Alta and Lucretia also noticed the arrival of the White Hunter, and the conversation shifted in that direction.

“We don’t need to be at war,” One middle-aged man at a nearby table was explaining to his partner. “The monsters and Earth Golems thrive on violence; paying attention to them is a waste of time. Let them form factions and charge at each other. The pointlessness is why the war is unpopular.”

“Don’t be daft. They crowned an Emperor! For the first time in hundreds of years!” The woman replied with a shocked expression. “They say all Earth Golems kneel before him, and he wields an artefact of the Progenitor!”

“If everyone kneeled before him, why are they fighting so much?” The man replied tiredly.

Lucretia gestured sharply at Alta, noticing the other woman’s attention had wandered with the random person’s conversation. “Focus. Let’s just enjoy the night while we can.”

“Bah, I already can barely sit still. It’s incredible how calm you are; aren't you afraid you might die?” Alta’s eyes twinkled as she looked at Lucretia.

“Not as afraid as I am that you will die,” Lucretia replied smartly. “A wall could fall on you and you’d be fucked. So worry more about yourself than me.”

“Is it from fighting in the Arena? Is that why you are so… composed?”

Both of them knew that the other woman had gone to say the word cold and decided better of it. But their relationship was not something that would be shaken by the truth of what they were to each other. Such was the influence of necessity.

“Yes.”

Alta rolled her eyes. The meal continued with the next course, which was a springy bread and some pickled vegetables. It made Lucretia was to cry a little. One of the many things that she missed about the outside world was the food. Courses came and went and all of it was just… blah. Even Randidly could cook better than this!

By the desserts, Alta was beginning to get antsy. “Are you sure it was going to be here? There hasn’t-”

“Patience,” Lucretia said shortly. Then she glanced over at the White Martyr. It ate alone with methodical movement. From its features, it was hard to intuit what it was thinking. Did it suspect that an attempt on his life would be today?

On cue, the lights winked out. In a leisurely manner, Lucretia stood and cracked her neck. Time to get to work.

The windows exploded inwards as several figures smashed into the restaurant. Patrons began to scream and fall over themselves as they attempted to find out what was happening around them. Lucretia tapped Alta’s shoulder to tell her to stay still while her eyes adjusted to the dark.

Very quickly, she spotted the six figures in dark clothes that were moving quickly towards the White Martyr. What did surprise her was that the White Martyr was still sitting and eating, as though all of this was beneath his interest.

Interesting, that smelled a lot like confidence and competence.

Two of the figures split off and waded into the other patrons, slaughtering wantonly. Likely, it was done to distract from the true purpose. What was also interesting was that all six were White Hunters themselves.

Finally, as the figures approached the White Martyr’s table, he looked up at them and frowned. “Need we do this? Why play these games?”

The four that continued towards him didn’t answer. The White Martyr could only sigh before standing to face them.