章 961: Are You A Trojan Digestor?

It was Syrbarun who had roared in disbelief, his shock as plain on his face as ink on parchment. All save for Epsilom, the other disciples were equally confounded, unable to grasp what could have spurred such a sudden decision.

Their master was riddled with faults, but he hardly seemed the type to show favoritism or succumb to bribes. What could Jake have shown him to make him change his stance so swiftly?

"Master, what's going on?" Drakon inquired politely, but the way his pupils narrowed into thin slits, the Draconian's dormant pride was clearly threatening to rise to the surface.

Cekt was no Machiavellian puppet master who thrived on division and chaos, stoking the flames of jealousy and hostility amongst his disciples for his own amusement. Thus, he withheld nothing, clarifying the reasons behind his decision to avoid any misunderstandings.