The Sixth Rank Ranger was indeed clever and alert, and when the Puppet Master Harold forbade him from speaking further, he promptly shook his head and kept silent.
The crowd looked at each other, each contemplating their own speculations in silence.
In a corner of the crowd, Tuck, shrouded in his Shadow State, was absorbed in his thoughts.
"Is that Time Crown Warrior Silo, the Saint Heir of the Demigod Arumov?"
"Time and space—grasping these two grand Rune Mysteries is extremely difficult. Silo, at the Eighth Rank realm, has already condensed the Time Crown and indeed, he carries the aura of the Demigod Arumov."
"There's no doubt that he's the Saint Heir of the Demigod Arumov."
"It's just that I don't know the identity of Berg Christie, who, like me, holds the title of Steam Wizard and the attribute of the Wind Crown."
"The interweaving threads of fate—interesting!"
Tuck murmured with a light smile.
