Lothur was terrified to be in that situation for the first time in his life, especially since one of the people who wanted to kill him was supposed to be his drinking buddy.
What could his predecessor have done to deserve such absurdity?
Lothur could think of several other people to try to kill him, but never would that man's name appear on his list.
However, regardless of what he thought, that person and those two men he did not know were already using everything they had to eliminate him.
Sensing that, Lothur promptly began to use his movement technique, dodging his opponents' attacks while feeling his hands itching for him to use his weapon.
The first enemy to attack him had been precisely the weakest, Willi, who viciously used a dagger to try to cut into Lothur's abdomen.
After dodging that with ease, Lothur's eyes narrowed dangerously. He felt that if he were only a mortal, as those people thought he was, he would have been mortally wounded by his drinking comrade.
