Chapter 1389 This Parley Is More Stalling, Hassles, And Annoyance Than Being Fruitful

The mood shifted subtly. The crowd suddenly felt nervous as their hearts were pounding. Lysithea froze mid-track before glaring at Zayn in surprise. She was more than disappointed and exasperated combined. How could Zayn say something so braindead? He just had to let Raiden go! It was all he had to do for all the conflicts between himself and Sicut In Caelo to go up in smoke. It was the best kind of bargain he could ever get! Any person with more than half a wit would have made that choice. But Zayn just had to choose the alternative—did that make him a half-wit? Lysithea knew just how powerful the organization she served as a high-ranking member was. She had first-hand accounts of just how godlike the Saint was. If Zayn’s stupid hubris ever caused him to offend the Saint, the consequences would be so dire that Zayn wished he was never born. Ezra narrowed his eyes. “All right, punk. Your achievements are nothing to sneer at, but this world is much larger than what you can see,” he