Chapter 236: Small Preparation
Meanwhile, Abium had long left Bucher's lane and moved towards his next target.
Rakke Street, Slum Borough.
At that moment, a black-haired man, around 30 years old, stood in the middle of the road and showed a painful expression. His name was Neil, an official tier necromancer who now disguised himself as a roaming mage.
"F*cking thugs!" He shouted in rage and looked at his wounded body with bloodshot eyes.
At that moment, he had more than twenty sword wounds all over his body, and his left hand was nowhere to be seen.
"Where the hell did those morons come from?! Argh, if not for the order from above, I would've eradicated this street."
Gritting his teeth, he took a nature healing potion from his spatial ring and poured it all over his body.
He was too unlucky today!
