"Fufufu, you're as aggressive as Alessia. I can't manipulate minds like Cristian but I can plant illusions, which would only work if it seemed like everything was at their fingertips."
They watched the stout men fight others for their table, raising their voices and even threatening to draw their weapons.
"Hey, would you like to join our team?" Both girls raised their heads and saw a man in his late twenties clad in leather armor and a trench coat.
Just when he was about to sit, Sheila clicked her tongue. "We never said you could sit and we have our own team."
"Oh?" The man turned back and flashed a wry smile at a big man who sat with a rowdy group.
At that moment, Cristian walked down and went straight for a receptionist.
"The mission for the three-eyed golden lion at the Immortal Hills: Who took it?"
