Chapter 125

CHLOE had been playing word games with the three brothers of the Olaire Tribe right from the start.

"You were a trio of cunning weapons," she said. She was looking at the weapons they were holding in purpose, making sure that they get into her trap. On the other hand, she was genuinely amazed by these weapons.

One had a leather whip with thorns that could rip a flesh apart. The other had a bone-like sword which Chloe didn't need an anatomy lesson to know that it was a sharpened femur of a person (an unfortunate realization of hers). The last Lou wielded a weird black flute... and he was the most readable among the three. Her eyes trailed to Pensin Lou as her smile widened in a kind that makes them feel a shiver down their spine. Something that if Lucian would be here, he will immediately recognize it as one of her 'you're not making it alive this time'.

"Not even the strong and valiant Five Leaf Clovers can beat you," she finished.

As expected, Pensin Lou ans