Maica struggled to his feet, looking at the stranger who appeared abruptly:
"Thanks, and you are?"
The colossal spider blocking out the sun dispersed like smoke, Hewitt waved his hand, conjuring an illusion to isolate the two of them.
George and the bishop were coming to them, but they wouldn't find Hewitt.
Hewitt patted Maica's shoulder:
"Shall we walk and talk?"
Maica swiftly tended to his wound:
"Hmm."
Hewitt said:
"Long time no see."
Maica scratched his head:
"You know me?"
Subtle changes occurred on Hewitt's facial features:
"Maica, I remember you were even more mischievous when you were little."
Maica couldn't forget that face, and exclaimed in surprise:
"Hewitt Drayton, you're still alive!"
The name Hewitt Drayton was legendary. The demon hunter who saved the world from monsters' reign. Many demon hunters conjectured that it was him and the traitor whose battle fulfilled every demon hunter's deep desires.
"What about your teacher? She's not one to die easily."
