The approaching man wore a plain white suit with a torn open collar and a white rose stuck in front of his chest, while the faint scent of alcohol lingered on his body.
"When you returned, you brought a female Demon Phoenix with you, what level is she?"
"You didn’t try her?" Garen smiled.
"She gave me a really weird feeling," said Ivy while he furrowed his eyebrows. He stood behind the bench, while standing up steadily with both of his hands on the back of the seats.
"I wouldn’t be able to explain it clearly even in an hour and a half, so you’ll just have to touch it slowly to find out." Garen was uninterested in saying too much; this would involve a lot of trouble, and it was also difficult to explain. Plus, while having slightly hidden strengths could also be used as another trump card to stay alive.
