"Gu Wan?" Michael called out to the drunkard before going up to him and shaking him awake.
At first, the sword apprentice was using his mana to block off any shaking, essentially stabilizing himself.
However, Michael quickly dispelled that with sheer force and shook him again.
Immediately, Gu Wan's eyes shot open, glaring at him with hatred.
'Your fault for not waking up...' Michael thought inwardly, but in the next moment, he heard steady droplets hit the floor, and upon looking down to see what it was, he was met with a bottle of booze.
It was one that was already open and now broken.
"You dare..." An ominous amount of mana began rising from Gu Wan's body as he tugged at the bed sheets and pulled out a longsword—the first one Michael had seen in this world.
Before he knew it, the longsword's tip approached him, but before it hit, a shield appeared to deflect it to the side.
