Hearing Rolana's words, Fang Hao's heart tightened.
Can she even pick up on that scent? How is that possible?
Suppressing the emotions in his heart, he wrapped his arm around her slender waist and replied, "Today, I went to the Fire Hammer Shop with the Dragon Queen and invited Brinston to Lyss City to teach. He refused, using the excuse that he feared assassination by the Undead."
Rolana didn't dwell on the matter of the scent either.
She countered, "Why would he risk being assassinated?"
The racial conflicts had never truly ceased, but they weren't severe enough for ordinary Dwarves to face assassination while traveling.
Seeing that she was no longer concerned about the scent of the Dragon Queen, Fang Hao directly explained, "It's still about the matter of the Immortal Emperor. Right now, the Undead think it was the Trade Alliance and the Dwarves. They're demanding they hand over the culprits."
"The Undead are blaming them for it?" Rolana was somewhat surprised as well.
