Chapter 1223

Perseus hadn't given it much thought. Ramona pressed on, "Well, do you know what people from Ysle Springs do? Do you know Azrael's deadliest move?" "I have no idea about it. Aren't they just a small tribe?" Perseus chewed his bread and shook his head in bewilderment. At the same time, he felt very curious as well. He was just making friends. Why would he need to care about someone else's identity? He could accept most of them as long as they weren't Jorlandians or Balreans. "That much is true, but I'm afraid you don't understand that almost all Yselvians are master voodooists. Some call them voodoo purists. They embody voodooism themselves." Ramona snorted coldly. "Aren't you worried that Azrael might set you up?" "Set me up? Why would he do that?" Perseus still couldn't get it. He hadn't known Azrael for a long time, and it wasn't like they were very close. He merely felt it was easy to deal with the latter. Why would Azrael set Perseus up? So, what if the former practiced