"Is this why you petrified someone like this?" Fischer looked at Durin sitting on the bench.
While sipping on honey water, Durin nodded, "You can ask anyone in the entire market how filthy that girl Aina's mouth is, especially Mr. Jason with the tiger."
See, this is the downside of having a popular name, there are others with the same name as Durin, luckily a Durin like this one is one in a million, otherwise, he'd have to introduce himself like some demon hunter from Livia, as 'Durin from Lublin'.
It's both smelly and lengthy.
The Highlander named by Durin resignedly nodded, "Little Mr. Durin is right, it was the other side who started it, and they fired the guns first."
"The petrification can be lifted, I didn't hit them fatally." Durin said, pointing at the red-robed one who was continually trying but failing to lift the spell, "My Spell Formula is only a tad difficult to undo, if they can't lift it, that's their problem, not mine."
