Inside the tavern, a sudden hush fell over the crowd, and even Elder Blake's face showed a hint of embarrassment.
But soon, he waved it off nonchalantly, "How could that be? Sure, I'd love to take Timothy down myself, but Phoenix Kingdom is like a dragon's den for him. There's no way he'd dare come here. Besides, you're a good-looking guy, how could you be that monster in the painting?"
"Right, there's a limit to joking around. If you were Timothy, wouldn't I be close to getting a promotion and making a fortune?"
"Ha, I actually wish you were Timothy."
The others didn't take the mention of Timothy seriously either, even bursting into laughter.
"Since you all seem so keen on it, I might as well come clean. Actually, I am Timothy." Timothy sighed, his casual remark sending a chill through the air of the entire loft.
"How can that be, you..." Elder Blake stared at Timothy, eyes wide with disbelief.
