“Good grief. Just where are you getting such information?”
Ferid chuckled, “I heard from a certain high profile personage.”
“Of the Order?”
“Even higher.”
Crowley sighed, then said, “Well, aren’t you blessed with many friends. There is no need whatsoever for you to keep coming for me anymore, no?”
“What is it, jealousy? But I just happen to like people like you. People who do not forget their boyish heart and keep dreaming of vam—”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Let me finish~” Ferid complained and ordered the boy driver to get the carriage moving. The carriage’s place of destination was to be Nald Vine’s mansion.
“I didn’t consent to going,” Crowley said.
He didn’t think anything good would come out of going to Vine’s mansion. After all, Nald Vine had gone irrevocably insane. And he was likely being monitored by the Templars. If Crowley was seen contacting Nald Vine, it could result in harm not only to himself but also to all of those who were close to him, including Jose and Marlon.