Raising his body, Fischer looked toward the sidewalk on the left.
Kelar Walter, His Majesty's second son, was sitting on a bench by the road, with his white hair, a pair of gray eyes, and a playful look as he watched the three subordinates standing before him.
Finding someone who could leave them looking so disheveled in this city was no easy feat.
But it was no wonder, after all, that was the legendary Sword Saint, Spencer, the Sword Saint of the Green.
After buying a box of roasted fish across the street, Fischer casually sat down next to Kelar.
"This is not your fault, step back," he waved his hand, and after his subordinates left as if pardoned, the middle-aged man glanced at Fischer, who was sitting beside him eating roasted fish. Seeing the young man looking at him, he smiled.
"Uncle, did you know that Spencer would protect this child? He has sought out my subordinates several times today; this is already the fifth time," the prince of middle-aged appearance sighed.
