Chapter 835: Chapter 833: Ignite (7) Chapter 835: Chapter 833: Ignite (7) “What do you mean?”
The expressions of the Clawless Queen finally turned cold after several setbacks, clearly not very happy.
“I didn’t make a move just now only to maintain politeness, Akasha.”
“This friend from outside is far more terrifying than you imagine…”
However, Ballard barely glanced at her, his gaze still firmly fixed on Fu Qian.
“If I had made a move together, it would have been a fight to the death.”
“And in my judgment, your chances of dying exceed fifty percent, regardless of winning or losing.”
“…So what do you plan to do?”
Hearing Ballard say this, the Clawless Queen called Akasha fell silent for a moment.
But a few seconds later, she spoke again, even casting a flirtatious look at Fu Qian, seemingly letting bygones be bygones.
“Invite Mr. Andiel for a meal? I’d be happy to, just didn’t expect you to have similar tastes.”
“No.”
Ballard shook his head.
“Mr. Andiel has already eaten. He needs to come with me now; I need to ensure he won’t disrupt the order here.”
His tone was very firm, clearly having made up his mind.
“In fact, I only had an appetizer.”
Addressing his plan, Fu Qian spoke solemnly, pointing out the inaccuracy in his expression.
“Also, although I don’t mind adapting to local customs, I’m still curious, what will you do if I disagree?”
“It’s simple, as I said just now, it’s highly likely Akasha will die.”
Ballard spoke without a hint of hesitation, full of threatening intent.
“You’ve gotten more arrogant these past few days.”
But as the hypothetical victim in the scenario, Akasha was clearly very unhappy.
“What makes you think that I would cooperate with you to maintain this so-called ridiculous order? Moreover, Mr. Andiel is much more handsome than you.”
“Ridiculous order… Look at this place.”
Finally, Ballard turned around and stared coldly at Akasha.
“I tolerated your actions before because you managed to bring some dangerous elements together under control, even if your initial intent was merely to taste various kinds of blood.”
“But you actually released a dangerous character like Catherine into this situation, do you think this matter will just pass?”
“Keeping her locked up all the time can reduce the taste quality.”
Facing the accusation, Akasha’s momentum inevitably weakened a bit, surveying the mess around her as she explained.
“Besides, didn’t I come here as soon as I could?”
“If it weren’t for Mr. Andiel, everyone in the restaurant might have been dead by now.”
Ballard snorted.
“This is your so-called immediate response? Do you think it had any effect?”
“There’s no need to be so sanctimonious, since you put it this way, I also have a question, why are you here?”
As a Demigod, Akasha clearly had a temper, finally beginning to fight back against the relentless accusations.
“Of course, to maintain order.”
Ballard snorted.
“Relying on ‘Prophet,’ foreseeing potential issues here? I’m not surprised at all.”
“But it looks like you didn’t step in immediately either!”
Akasha sneered repeatedly.
“Could it be that this mysterious Mr. Andiel scared you? So you ignored even the grand principles of maintaining order?”
During the speech, she deliberately emphasized the word “grand,” evidently disdainful.
“Wake up, Ballard, we all know this place is just a prison, no matter how much we struggle, we will ultimately rot here in this prison.”
“Your so-called order is utterly meaningless, and I don’t care at all… Of course, there is still something to be happy about today–”
As Akasha spoke, she licked her lips and gazed at Fu Qian with fiery eyes.
“Another delicious fellow prisoner, it seems.”
“You flatter me, Miss Akasha, you have quite the taste yourself.”
Listening to the two demigods’ verbal fencing involving him, Fu Qian did not forget to reciprocate the business compliments.
“Thank you.”
Faced with this strange praise, Akasha clearly enjoyed it and chuckled vibrantly.
“So, are there many outsiders like me?”
In the next moment, Fu Qian seemed to remember something and looked to Ballard.
“Not many, but undoubtedly all quite unpleasant.”
Ballard spoke with profound sincerity.
“I’m beginning to support Akasha’s statement now.”
However, before he’d finished speaking, Fu Qian sighed in apparent disappointment.
“You, the enforcer of order, seem to fall short of expectations.”
“What do you mean?”
Perhaps indifferent toward mockery, but hearing this message from the outsider made Ballard instantly alert.
“You’ll know soon enough, even without relying on divination.”
Fu Qian posed enigmatically and was quite irritating.
“Of course, until then, you may as well waste your time on me.”
“You think I’d believe such vague talk?”
Ballard, with the air of a famed detective, refused to let him off easy.
“Mr. Andiel, please, the three of us need to stop by the base.”
…
“Why do I have to go too?”
As Fu Qian pondered what kind of place the base might be, Akasha also voiced her disagreement.
“Because I’m not certain I can ensure that Mr. Andiel will cooperate willingly.”
Ballard spoke quite earnestly.
“That’s exactly my point. It’s ultimately your responsibility; why should I get involved?”
Akasha clearly disliked meddling in such matters.
“It’s simple, to rectify your own mistake. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind dispersing every last blood pack of yours after the affair is concluded.”
Ballard stood up, his threat openly woven into his words as his face helmet began to close incrementally.
“Let’s go. You seem to appreciate Mr. Andiel, so you two can sit in the back together.”
“Your Greed War Chariot?”
Upon hearing this, Akasha sounded somewhat intrigued.
After a moment of thought, the next moment she actually leaned in and took hold of Fu Qian’s arm.
Not only clinging halfway against Fu Qian, but even her claws behind subtly retracted, making her seem much more pliant.
“Mr. Andiel, from this angle, you look even more charming!”
Looking up at Fu Qian, Akasha smiled beautifully.
“Ballard’s Greed War Chariot, this is a rare opportunity, let’s go and see it together!”
“Sure, Akasha, you smell really nice!”
Seeing Akasha, almost as tall as himself, adopting a demure demeanor, Fu Qian also praised her in cooperation and signaled to Ballard.
“It’s about time, let’s go. Start driving, Grim.”
…
This commanding tone to the driver paused the air for a few seconds.
Eventually, Akasha’s laughter broke the silence, but to Ballard’s ears, it was particularly grating.