Just as the two men were feeling complicated, another two figures appeared at the end of the street.
It was also a pair of an old and a young. But compared to the previous pair, the old looked full of confidence while the young was helplessly shaking his head, sighing. Gerian's presence always seemed to carry a sense of humor. The fellow shouted at Old Merlin from a distance before he entered the square, "Good morning, Matthew. You were too scared to sleep last night, weren't you? Look at your dark circles…"
"…" Half of the forces' leaders on the stand fainted on the spot. Could this old fellow be more arrogant, more unmannered?
"Gerian, you're like a fly." Old Merlin's face was livid. He shot a cold glare at Gerian and walked straight up to the temporary grandstand.
