The other adventurers turned to look, surprised.
They had never expected to see them alive.
"They killed the fire chicken and the boar?" said a young adventurer sitting on a carriage.
"I told you, boy, do not underestimate anyone who comes out here," an old man said, tilting his head back to take a swallow of wine. "They are either strong or fear no death."
Other adventurers nodded their agreement. Many of them were 3rd-or 4th-tier magic casters or knights.
Clearly, Mag didn't have a death wish; they could tell from the fact that he had brought his daughter and cat with him. They decided he was strong, and generous too since he had given away one tusk.
Who is he? they thought. It was strange that he, a strong adventurer, looked totally strange to them.
"Why are they looking at us, Father?" asked Amy.
"Because you're so cute," Mag answered with a smile. He ignored their inquisitive eyes and walked towards Chaos City.
