417. EROLIA

Noah's figure flickered into an alley, situated between two big buildings.

He let go of the young lady and watched her stagger backward, but ended up not falling.

A sigh escaped his mouth as what he had done dawned on him. Had he been on Earth, he could be charged with a serious crime.

'Thank goodness I won't have to face that,' he rubbed his temples while casually watching the girl pull out a knife she had tucked away into her belt hidden by the black cloak she had on.

"What are you going to do with that?" Noah asked, his eyebrow raised slightly. He took note of her middle-stage tier 1 prowess, but it was nothing compared to him.

He also took note of her stance. It wasn't random, meaning she had some sort of training in combat. Then again, how wouldn't she?

She lived in a place like that, not having combat knowledge would be a big disadvantage.