Chapter 769: Too Nice

Tycondrius wanted nothing more than to discount Ophelia's ramblings as meaningless family propaganda. Unfortunately, there was probably an inkling of truth to her outrageous claims. 

Conquering the Water Temple was not going to be easy. No one was going to like it. It was entirely possible that they'd all die there and lose the resources he'd amassed. 

"TYCON!" Ophelia raised her voice again, "at LEAST give me a good reason!"

"My uh... friend, per se..." Tycon reclined in his seat, his palms resting on the back of his neck... "he wants to kill the sea god."

The Arcanite Princess was not convinced. She drained the last of her wine before glaring down at Tycon with crossed arms. 

"Really? You have *friends*, Tycon?"

"Yes?" Tycon furrowed his brows... "Are... *we* not friends, Ophelia?"

Ophelia's face scrunched up in confusion, "What?"

"We just spent some two bells in intellectual discourse."