Honestly, even Garza was afraid of the pale-faced young man. The unrestrained magical wave pouring off of him was too scary; if he was not wrong, this man had to be at least level-17. Even if he went against him, the odds of winning were slim. Besides, with the speed at which he moved, this man was most likely well-versed in martial arts as well…
Without question, it would be foolish to go against a man like that.
"But, Master Garza—"
Lasorick wanted to continue his protests, but was immediately cut off by Garza. "Alright, Lasorick, let's end this here. I'm tired and wish to rest, you can settle the rest of it with Kaman…"
"Ok…" Lasorick debated for a while before he reluctantly agreed. He did not have a choice, as he could not go against Garza. Even his father Anjay had to treat him with utmost respect as the President of the Guild of Blacksmiths was not merely a blacksmith—he had an unimaginably formidable backing…
