As Anon walked down to the Main Hall... Alder looked at him and only one thing was going on in his mind.
'The mana around him is too thick and his Aura... It's something else.' Alder thought as he sensed that Anon was walking towards him.
Anon immediately used his skill over him.
[Name: Alder Lancelot.]
[Age: 345]
[Class: Martial Artist/Mage/swordsman.]
[MP: 600,000,00]
[HP: 300,000,00]
[Description: Alder has no ill intentions against you and he just wants to assess you for any future Battles. He is also a little bit scared of you right now.]
"Hello... Mr. Alder, What can I help you with ?" Anon asked with a smile as he looked at Alder with a smile.
"You know my name..." Alder spoke with a smile.
"I do." Anon replied.
"You killed my brother this afternoon.... Louise Lancelot." Alder spoke with a neutral expression.
