"By the way, do you think he can deal with that witch? He looks quite confident; there isn't a single hint of fear or nervousness on his face," The guard, Nethan, asked curiously. It had been a week since he had been appointed here, and even now, a slight movement from the direction of the witch's house was enough to send shivers down his spine.
"Is there anything to consider? Mark my words, that idiot will definitely not be able to enter that witch's house before he ends up in hell. He's just another fool who thinks money is easy to earn and everyone else is stupid except him. But no matter what, I admit Lord Mayor is a truly great man."
