Unexpectedly, everyone did not blame him; Urmit even patted his shoulder and grinned, saying: "No need to apologize, this isn't your fault. If anyone's to blame, it's us for not trusting you."
Yevgeny's face showed a moved expression. Before he could speak, the bushes behind him suddenly rustled. Urmit's expression changed, and he quickly called the group to gather, ready to use magic to make their escape.
However, the voice coming from the bushes made Adan hastily shout: "Wait a moment!"
"What's wrong?"
Adan didn't answer, but instead called out to the bushes. Immediately after, a figure walked out from the darkness, stepping into the moonlight.
Straw sandals and a long dress, dark skin, robust limbs—it was the middle-aged man who had fallen off the roof earlier in the day. His hands were weaponless, and as he looked back with caution, he spoke agitatedly about something.
"What is he saying?"
