80. Injured

"Are you hurt?" Asher asked.

"A little scratched, sir. Hehe." Ken grinned guiltlessly.

"You'd better pay more attention to your safety. I don't want my confidant to die silly because of his carelessness."

"I'll keep that in mind, sir." Ken replied while taking a sip of his wine.

"Why did it take you so long to take care of that. Isn't it just a matter of throwing them into place?" Asher's words opened a normal conversation but it was a code in a soft voice.

Instantly Ken fell silent, he was at a loss as to what to say to Asher.

"Sir, I have something to tell you." Ken said floating, pausing to get to the point.

Asher turned his head with one eyebrow raised. "What else did you do this time, Ken!"

Asher's tone was already unpleasant to hear, and that was a bad sign for Ken. But he had already made up his mind not to take the life of the innocent girl named Zhafira.

"Tell me, Ken Reynold! Do I have to find out for myself!"

"Sir, I apologize in advance for all my behavior that som