It was a loud slap that everyone present could hear.
Clearly, for the merchant Belit, he was now enraged beyond control, otherwise he wouldn't have done such a thing.
Without a doubt, this was an insulting act, but the shrill-voiced woman didn't refute it in the slightest.
She silently endured the inflicted harm and in the end, didn't utter a word.
"If she did this, there might be her own reasons, why don't you ask about the problem first and resort to violence later?"
At this time, in a corner of the room, the mage who was originally casting spells said.
Being one of the only two women in the room, she felt obliged to step in and say something.
"Who asked for your opinion, woman?" An angry Belit turned his head and glared at her fiercely.
The mage tried to continue speaking, but the Mercenary Corps leader sitting next to her coughed to interrupt her.