Blood Prince [2]

Tristan and Nathan were sitting in a different tavern.

Like the previous one, this tavern was also crowded, rather it was livelier than the previous one.

Nathan ordered two garlic teas and offered one to Tristan.

Tristan, who by now wanted to burn all the garlic in the world, had his lips pressed into a thin line.

In his previous stupor, he had failed to realize one crucial fact.

Even if he had been looking for Klyntarn's traces for a few years, given the fact he always used a disguise and even now had a different identity, how did Mr. Pepe find him?

It was at this moment Tristan knew he had fucked up.

The person in front of him had an unknown background, his strength was unknown, and the extent of his intelligence network was unknown.

What was worse was that he also possibly had a method to track Tristan.

Tristan sipped the tea.

He wasn't in a hurry about getting information about Klyntarn from Nathan.