Ambrose felt a twinge of regret. Letting his old friend Flynn escape back then had been a mistake.0

There were very few people who truly knew the truth behind the disaster at Alkhemia. If that old bastard decided to spread rumors, Ambrose would find it hard to clear his name even if he wanted to. After all, he was a lich. In the Nine Kingdoms, accusing a lich of atrocities wasn't slander; rather, it was foresight.0

Still, this elven woman was a much better captive than Cicero. At least she was willing to talk.0

Cicero was an old hand who had survived countless ventures and weathered even the largest of storms. Ambrose's "mind-reading" tricks worked poorly on him.0

It was just like watching horror movies: the first time, your face might distort in fear, but after enough exposure, you would grow numb. Ambrose's technique of provoking emotional reactions through conversation and reading the resulting microexpressions...0