The old man took the dagger out of his waist with a shocked face.
Ian responded by taking a look at the old man and taking a step back.
However, the old man's force was not something to be underestimated.
Ian put his hand on his sword and stared at the old man.
Mir, who had been sleeping so far, flapped her wings and stared at him as if she would charge at the old man at any moment.
"I've never seen you before. Who sent you?"
"I came by myself."
"That's so funny!"
The old man spoke with a determined face and swung his dagger.
His blade was quite sharp, but it didn't have much power.
Ian turned his head slightly to avoid it and hit the old man's jaw.
The old man staggered back.
"Damn.”
The old man cursed as he stepped back, and Ian shrugged at the sight of him putting in the dagger.
"Bloody red wine, huh…? I'm taken aback to hear it after a long time.”
The old man pondered Ian's words and turned as if he could not help it.
Ian had no choice but to show how absurd it was with his face.
If this w...
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