The tension that had dissolved by the appearance of the meat returned right after Alex left the hall.
The scent of meat, which they had been yearning for, was now mixed with the smell of blood from the fake fallen boss.
They all made it seem like they didn't care much about it as it would have affected the negotiation, but now they didn't need to keep up with that.
Barbara remained standing, her emerald eyes fixed on the door through which Alex had disappeared, deep in thought.
One of her subordinates, a burly man with short silver hair, stepped forward, his voice laced with restrained frustration. "Lady Barbara, why did we let him leave? We could've easily overwhelmed him. He's just one man. A mage at that."
He had wanted to attack but didn't because Barbara, their leader, didn't tell them to.
