Chapter 457: Immortal Restriction

Solthir led the way and stopped before a tent. Inside, Salvatore Casson spotted a burly monk cracking walnuts, a small table beside him laid out with a few snacks. The monk lifted a hand at Salvatore, motioning him over with an easy grin. "Didn't expect them to drag you into this." Salvatore scooped up a handful of sunflower seeds. They tasted surprisingly good. He ate as he spoke, casual as if they were chatting over tea. "Master, did you check the palace?" Azakiel extended his left hand. A faint...