Oleg's bloodline as a Slavic Ursi might have disappeared, but the hot temper inherited from the Bear Men didn't change one bit. Upon hearing what that blonde curly-haired brat said, he instantly flew into a rage.
"What did you say?"
Oleg clenched his fist and leapt in front of Albani, his massive shadow completely enveloping the skinny Warlock as he roared, "Say that again, I dare you!"
The other Grey-robed dock workers all quieted down, their eyes glinting as they watched the conflict unfold between Oleg and Albani. Their long-established mindset hadn't yet allowed them to grasp the nature of this conflict.
"I meant, you're better suited for this job." Albani cleared his throat, his pallor betraying his fear as he repeated his earlier words. However, compared to before, his voice was much weaker.