All of a sudden, the old man's face turned seriously sour, like he just munched on a whole lemon and ate even its peel. Seeing the abrupt change in the old man's mood, Mitch grabbed Malvis' hand as tight as she could and ready to go.
"How?" The old man asked.
Confused by his question, Mitch repeated his question, "how? What do you mean, how?"
"How did you know, kid? That we are sheltering a monster?!"
Intensely, his killing intent arose, emitting danger from Malvis' sensitive sixth sense. And they were near the old man, just a few steps away from him, and he would immediately reach them with his hayfork.
"Uh," Malvis was hesitant to say that he possessed a crystal dagger because he deemed it valuable and convenient for their journey. They might be forced to take it once they learn of his crystal dagger's existence and its pretty useful passive trait.
"I knew you two are members of that thieves!"
