Casanova was thinking hard about how to find this dangerous person who had sneaked into Black-corner City and disguised himself as the Rat God's emissary. He would chop him into meat paste and bury him under the mandrake tree.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a heavy cast iron crutch hitting the ground behind him.
Casanova felt a chill in his heart. He hurriedly turned around and bowed respectfully. "Lord Black Tooth!"
He could not help but be disrespectful.
Although the newcomer had an aged face and a hunchbacked figure, his body covered by a black hooded cloak seemed to be able to be blown down by a gust of wind. He even had to use a crutch that weighed hundreds of kilograms to barely maintain his balance.
However, this priest named Black Tooth was one of the top legends in the recent decades of the Blood Hoof Clan.
Black Tooth was not a priest twenty years ago.
He was the strongest warrior of the Blood Hoof Clan.
