Galahad Mariner

Within a small, insignificant-looking island, a ship docked, and one man deboarded, a hood covering his face.

However, it was clear that he was very tall, with broad shoulders and fists the size of basketballs.

The island had only one small forest and a small hut in the middle. This island was barely the size of Kiwi Island's town, and that was saying something because that town was quite small.

Count Sander peeked beneath the hood, went over to the hut, and knocked on the door.

He didn't receive an answer, but he still stayed still and quiet.

A moment later, the door was opened by a hunched-back old man who had a long, gray beard with patches of dirt and twigs tangled within it.

"W-who is it?"

"It's me." Count Sander removed his hood. "Galahad. I've come to ask for your assistance once again, the Great Sage of the East, Sinclair."

"Young Galahad…" Sinclair slowly said, left the door open, and entered his small hut.