Wait, are you sure it's dislike rather than fear?
Moli was lost in thought but did not slow down during the escape. In a matter of minutes, they had already reached the bank of the Klein River.
Indeed, the two of them were about to escape via the river again, following an old tradition. Otherwise, they could never outrun those soldiers on foot; only with the help of Moli's underwater speed could Fisher hope to overtake them later.
Just as Fisher and Moli were preparing to enter the river, a troop of soldiers clad in golden armor hurried down from the lakeshore above Nali Lake. At the same time, several gold-crafted messengers also took flight, spreading out towards every corner of Saint Nali, obviously to notify all the city soldiers to capture Fisher.
Fisher glanced at the time, seven minutes and twenty seconds.
Yes, just as he had expected...
"Moli, please," he pleaded.
"Mhm!"
