"He's my enemy!"
"He's actually followed me here."
"Owen, you must protect me..."
Mitrice looked startled as she spoke upon seeing the burly man with gold teeth.
Owen had heard Mitrice mention that she had a very formidable enemy, but he hadn't taken it seriously at the time.
Now, unexpectedly, her enemy had come to hunt her down. Owen glanced at the glinting blade in the man's hand, feeling a bit pale.
As an ordinary man without any fighting skills, how could he possibly contend with a brute like him?
Moreover, judging by his fierce expression, it was obvious he was no mere civilian.
If such a man was targeting him, what should he do?
Just then, the gold-toothed man stared at Owen coldly, his gaze filled with caution. After all, he had just encountered some rather mystical occurrences and dared not let his guard down.
Yet, he sensed no mana fluctuations coming from Owen, as if he were just an ordinary man.
