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Alan gently pulled out the chair and elegantly sat down, his smile appearing even more natural. He glanced at the woman and deliberately slowed down his speech, "Is there a problem?"
The woman clearly wasn't startled. She leisurely picked up the glass on the table and took a deep sip, as if savoring every drop of the wine. After setting down the glass, she slowly glanced at Alan with a playful smile on her lips.
"It's nothing, just admiring a handsome guy."
The tone of this sentence carries an implicit provocation, as if deliberately trying to provoke Alan's inner unease or anger. However, Alan did not let his emotions show. He nodded slightly, a hint of a more ambiguous smile playing at his lips, as if responding to her provocation, yet hinting at some deeper meaning.
"Is that so?" He silently pondered, wondering about the background of this woman. Was she a foe or a friend? Or just a passing player? Regardless, he knew he couldn't take it lightly. This could be a piece of information, a clue, or even a trap.
He briefly scanned the surrounding environment, observing if anyone else was paying attention to the situation. After confirming no other significant threats, he mentally prepared himself for any possibility, waiting for the woman's next move. Everything was still so uncertain, but at least he was mentally prepared to handle any situation.
The woman set down her wine glass, let out a burp, and said with a smile, "The power within you is truly different, isn't it? Reborn from the dead... a slave?"
Upon hearing the woman's words, Alan instantly felt something was wrong. His brow furrowed slightly, and a sense of unease surged within him. Why would this woman know about his resurrection, let alone the matter of him being a slave? He had always believed that only he knew about all of this.
Before the girl could react, a small dagger appeared in Alan's hand, and he quietly pressed the blade against the girl's back while she was lost in her own laughter.
"Who are you? What do you want? How do you know about everything I've been through?" Alan's voice was low and guarded, his gaze sharp as he stared at the girl, just as he had faced his enemies before.
The woman felt a cold sharpness behind her waist, visibly startled, and then a strange smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Oh, it seems I can't hide anymore," she said with a hint of playfulness in her voice, but also with an unfathomable calmness.
Alan felt uneasy, the woman was obviously not an ordinary person, but he couldn't let his guard down. "Speak up, or you will regret it."
"Okay, my name is Sarah," the woman said with a smile, but this time without the previous playfulness. "I also have a common enemy with you, but what you should worry about is not me, but the bigger threat you will face next."
Alan felt a tightness in his heart. He knew that this encounter was far from simple. But at least, he confirmed one thing - he had found a potential ally, or perhaps, a more dangerous enemy. He tightly gripped the dagger in his hand, mentally preparing for whatever might happen next.
Sara's smile carried a hint of mystery and mockery, like moonlight shining on the deep surface of a night sky, full of unknowns. "Do you think the Four Symbols haven't noticed your existence at all? When the God of Wrath pulled you back from the depths of death, your soul became a raging light. The Four Symbols have already begun discussing with their apostles how to eliminate this unstable factor of yours."
Alan's heart tightened, gripping the small dagger in his hand, the blade still pressed tightly against the fabric at Sara's waist. The God of Wrath had warned him, but he hadn't expected things to progress so quickly.
"What's wrong, idiot? Do you think a furious massacre can solve all the problems?" Sarah continued to mock with a smile.
Alan bit his lip, took a deep breath, and asked, "How do you know all this? Are you also connected to those few gods?"
Sara smiled faintly, her smile seemed to hide countless secrets. "You misunderstand, I don't have any fondness for those gods. In fact, we have the same enemy."
Then, Sara's eyes narrowed, her tone turning serious: "Since we have a common enemy, why don't we work together?"
Alan was taken aback by this sudden proposal. Just as he was hesitating, Sarah suddenly shouted loudly, "This person has assaulted me!"
At Sarah's cry, the atmosphere in the tavern immediately became tense. The men all set down their drinks, stood up, and focused their gaze on Alan.
The innkeeper disgustingly spat, then wiped his beard and said, "We don't welcome freaks here."
Sarah wrapped herself up like a victim, clutching her collar tightly, looking pitiful. However, at that moment, Alan noticed the smile at the corner of Sarah's mouth, a triumphant and calculating expression.
Alan Suddenly realized that this was a trap. He raised his hands, trying to ease the tension and explained, "Everyone, please listen to me, I didn't do what she said." However, his sophistry only made Sarah more excited. She suddenly screamed, "You dare to argue! You beast!"
The people in the tavern were getting more and more angry, and a few big men had even clenched their fists as if they were about to pounce on Alan at any moment.
Alan knew he was in trouble, and he understood that all of this was a carefully orchestrated scheme by Sara. But he also knew that confronting the situation head-on at this moment would only make things worse. His gaze met Sara's, and he thought to himself, what does this woman really want? Regardless of her intentions, at this moment, Alan could only find a way to escape from this predicament first. Then, he would expose Sara's true face.
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