His gaze was cold, devoid of any warmth: "What did you say?"
That innate hostility, as if a blade cutting through the air, nearly slicing through one's throat.
Even the longstanding Sage Empress Sara, facing such a gaze, couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.
The eighth of the Twenty-Two Sages, the Chariot of the Sages, The Chariot.
In the Tarot Cards, the Chariot symbolizes victory.
"Sorry." Sara slightly stepped back, evading the man's sharp edge, "Norton, what do you think?"
Xiu slightly frowned: "Norton?"
He remembered that initially, the Chariot did not have this name.
However, it was too long ago, and he had forgotten many of the Sages' true names.
Some Sages had never mentioned their true names.
Even Strength and Justice, his closest friends, only addressed each other by their titles.
Sara responded blandly: "The Chariot's name is now Norton. You can call him that. He doesn't like being called the Chariot."