Infiltration [3]

[Henolur, Elder council] 

A deathly silence enveloped the hall. 

"…what did you just say?" 

Gernis's solemn voice echoed across the hall. 

A terrifying pressure spread out from his small and aged body, completely enveloping the hall. 

Subjected to such pressure, Waylan merely frowned. 

Having been with Douglas for a long time, he was already used to the pressure. Although Gernis was indeed higher ranked than Douglas, at the end of the day, the dwarves weren't really a combat-oriented race. They were craftsmen, not warriors. They didn't possess the bloodlust or battle-aura frontline fighters did, not to the same extent. 

The pressure wasn't anything that Waylan couldn't handle. 

"Haaaa..." 

Closing his eyes and breathing out, Waylan opened his eyes and stared directly at Gernis. 

"I'll say it again. Give me a chance, and I will help you end this war." 

"Pftt…"