An Unwelcome Visitor

"It seems I haven't come to the wrong place," the middle-aged man glanced at Enforcer Number Two, "Aren't you going to help your companion up?"

Enforcer Number Two hesitated for a few seconds before hastily stepping aside and bending down to assist the dazed young man to his feet.

The middle-aged man stood in front of Carlotte.

"My guest has gone missing. Was it your doing?"

Facing the middle-aged man, who wore a smile on his face, Carlotte felt a sense of familiarity with that visage.

However, this slight recognition wasn't enough to sway Carlotte's decision; he had no intention of letting the middle-aged man leave the tavern.

So what if he was a magus? 

At most, he'd be a preparatory-level; the likelihood of a certified magus appearing here was as low as finding real barley beer in this place.

As long as he wasn't a certified magus, Carlotte was confident he could handle the situation.