"Is that him?"
Sven raised his head to look at the sky before he waved his hand. Immediately, a man in a green-gray robe appeared beside him. He held a piece of parchment with a portrait in his hand and placed it in front of him. After he compared the two, he said, "That's right, Master. According to the people of the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang, this is the same person who killed Sparrow."
The bandit's voice shook. That person had not only killed Sparrow, but he had also killed Veigar. Just how powerful was he?
Light snow fell from the sky as Veigar's corpse dripped in blood. White and red, snow and blood, the dignified man in the sky looked even more outstanding.
"Veigar is dead. Later, we'll take the opportunity to recruit his members! The first bird can only see the treasure, but not the danger contained within it. Such a person is young, indeed."
Sven tapped on the wooden cane in his hand. He furrowed with a smile.
