My Talent's Name Is Generator

Chapter 170: The Holt’s Secret Base

I responded with a groggy voice,”Yeah, but you did disturb my sleep.”

The man chuckled.

“I figured six hours was enough beauty sleep for you. But if I’m wrong, go ahead—doze off again.”

‘Six hours? Had I really been out that long?’

I ran a quick check through my body. The pain had dulled to a faint ache. My healing was kicking in fast. I glanced at Steve, he was awake too, eyes closed, but the slight smirk on his face gave him away. That idiot probably heard everything.

I made a mental note to steal one of those goggles the guards were wearing. Steve would appreciate that.

I replied,”No need. I think I’m well-rested now.”

The man across the cell paused for a few seconds before speaking again.

“So, did you piss off that little noble brat and end up here?”

I shrugged. “Something like that.”

That’s when the other man in the cell, silent until now, spoke.

“So the Emperor still hasn’t moved against the Holts. How long is he going to let those bastards rot our land from the inside?”

I glanced over. The second man looked oddly similar to the first. It took me a moment to spot the difference—his beard was trimmed differently, and his mustache wasn’t as thick. Twins, probably. Hard to tell with all that facial hair.