Just as he asked this, the wind slightly howled, and a young man suddenly appeared beside him on the stone bench. He covered his face with a scarf so one could make out the outlines of his face. He suddenly said,
"You don't seem so bad; at least you were able to find me."
"It wasn't so hard, to begin with," Nero replied. "But what I am more concerned about is why you followed me from the inn…" Saying this part, Nero's voice trailed off. He didn't release any killing intent at the moment but his voice was ice cold.
"What is your name?"
Nero scoffed, "And you expect me to tell you? I should be the one asking that question."
"You think you have a say here?" The young man asked with a smug tone. "If you don't know how much trouble you're in, then let me explain it to you. You are in big trouble."
