The gaze flashed over within mere seconds.
With his D+ Rank Intuition, Kieran could sense the cold, sharp gaze on him. It felt as if someone had driven a knife along his skin.
Kieran did not make any sudden movements. He just kept waiting for the auction to begin. He remained alert though, looking out of the corner of his eye and scanning everything in the direction of the malicious gaze.
It was easy for him to pinpoint the culprit as he was the only one standing there.
He was wearing armor and he had a long sword with him. His long black pants were stuffed inside pelt boots.
He looked normal, despite the layer of blur on his face provided by the game.
Still, a smart person would be able to tell by the pattern on his armor and the two red rubies on the hilt of his sword that he was not someone to mess around with.
Kieran’s brows furrowed as his heart filled with doubt.
