You have a problem with me?

"Can only read your own heart? You call that mind reading?"

"What, you think you're too good for the Wizards' powers?

I've never met those foreign practitioners, but the feats the Wizards have shown are way beyond human limits.

I bet even those legendary practitioners can't hold a candle to our Wizards."

Hearing the disdain in the voice, the townspeople turned around, clearly annoyed.

But as they stared at Timothy, their gaze froze, and slowly, a look of shock and fear spread across their faces.

"Wait, you, you're—!"

The townspeople stepped back in disbelief, pointing at Timothy: "Why do you look exactly like that statue? Don't tell me, you're that villain from the tales of Goddess Sylvia!"

Though the statue was crudely made, a careful look still made it recognizable.

With the townspeople's cries, more and more gazes were drawn.

Soon, the crowd near the Temple gasped in unison.