Chapter 1088 Ninety Nine Coffins

• Two gifts? The phrase rippled through the pavilion like a tossed pebble striking still water. Curiosity exploded. Heads craned, cloaks rustled, every gaze snapping toward the uninvited showman who had hijacked the ceremony.
• They came to provoke us, many thought. So why speak of gifts now? Suspicion and intrigue twined together, thickening the air.
• "Is that so?" Boros asked, the edge returning to his voice. "What, pray, do you intend to give me?"