The aura of an S-rank.
Gragas was a powerhouse at S-rank level.
It was an interesting development that he didn't expect.
Souta walked forward and entered the room in the back. His senses were raised to the limit, and his muscles were very tense right now. He was ready to fight it out at any moment.
Inside the room, there was a dwarf with a hammer in his hand. He had curly hair, a thick beard, a mustache, and eyebrows. His fierce eyes were looking straight at Souta, like the ones from predators.
His energy was oozing out of his body, and it was exerting intense pressure.
"Quite rude, aren't you? You even set up a field around my shop."
The dwarf asked in a cold tone.
Souta ignored the fierce aura around the dwarf. He found a vacant chair and sat down nonchalantly.
"You!!"
