Levoe looked at Ezra and his gang as he nonchalantly said, "I even talked with him two days ago, so we at least recognize each other by face."
Someone at his side quickly started the bootlicking again. "I heard that Drake is extremely proud, and ordinary people won't even enter this eyes. The fact that Brother Levoe was able to speak with him is truly amazing."
The martial masters from Bloodfang and other Naran Continent's residents could not help but exchange a look with each other and pondered. "Are these people idiots? Was talking to someone really something you should be proud of?"
In truth, Levoe knew he was a weak one, a dim star in vast sky. That's why he was gathering a lot of forces, when he saw such a large group of low martial prowess, he attempted to impress them into following him. However, he failed miserably.
Though Levoe's narcissism was rather loathsome, the information he revealed was committed to memory by the prince.
