Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1862

“Why do you want to leave?” Alyssa continued to ask curiously. “Aren’t you high and mighty here, commanding and summoning as you see fit? Even the Queen of the Dark Night Islands respects you. If I were you, I wouldn’t be so foolish as to oppose the Airspace Group!”

Mackenzie scoffed, “Power and status aren’t things that bring true joy and happiness.”

“So, what brings you happiness and joy?” Alyssa’s curiosity grew, her gaze eager for an answer.

“Love, family, friendship…” Mackenzie replied in one breath. “And peace and freedom!”

Alyssa looked at her with eyes reminiscent of how Emmanuel had once fought to save Ironskull and Ostrich, even at the cost of being injured by her and Alphonso. Then, suddenly, she sneered. “No wonder you and Emmanuel are married; you’re both fools!”

Mackenzie laughed too. “Being overly shrewd doesn’t necessarily lead to happiness! Don’t you think?”

As she spoke, she glanced at Alyssa and noticed the dagger in her hand.

“You’re right!”

the dagger towards Mackenzie’s back. There, Agargar quickly slapped

you doing?” Alphonso, who had been lurking on the fifth floor, suddenly appeared, looking astonished. This wasn’t the plan he had

Clan, like the Blood Clan, were opportunistic double–dealers. The siblings had privately agreed that with the Alliance’s advantage, they would support the crowd from behind, cheering them on. If the Alliance lost hope, they would pledge their loyalty to the Airspace

casualties this time, joining the Airspace Group would certainly lead to high–level positions. They would shift

these experts and let the Saintess find the lab! We haven’t experienced freedom yet; I want to

his spiked club and stood shoulder–to–shoulder with his

looked at him and

freedom is as wonderful as you think, but family is definitely more important

giving me goosebumps! Let’s go!” Alyssa shouted,

narrowly escaping death yet again. But she knew it wasn’t the time

it was–Lab

odd remnants scattered on it.