"It seems I haven't come to the wrong place," the middle-aged man glanced at Enforcer Number Two, "Aren't you going to help your companion up?"
Enforcer Number Two hesitated for a few seconds before hastily stepping aside and bending down to assist the dazed young man to his feet.
The middle-aged man stood in front of Carlotte.
"My guest has gone missing. Was it your doing?"
Facing the middle-aged man, who wore a smile on his face, Carlotte felt a sense of familiarity with that visage.
However, this slight recognition wasn't enough to sway Carlotte's decision; he had no intention of letting the middle-aged man leave the tavern.
So what if he was a magus?
At most, he'd be a preparatory-level; the likelihood of a certified magus appearing here was as low as finding real barley beer in this place.
As long as he wasn't a certified magus, Carlotte was confident he could handle the situation.
