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

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

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

lead to high–level positions. They would shift from being slaves to slave owners! But now,

and I will hold off these experts and let the Saintess find the lab!

He cursed but still smiled as he lifted his spiked club and stood shoulder–to–shoulder

also looked at

wonderful as you think, but family is definitely more important to me than power

sentimental! You’re giving me goosebumps! Let’s go!” Alyssa shouted, charging

gesture, narrowly escaping death yet again. But she knew it

there it was–Lab

was indeed a strange protective wall with odd remnants scattered on it. Mackenzie