Opponent

"Where's the grandmaster?"

'Baro' just smiled cynically at this in reply.

"What did you prepare at the northern inn? A trap? Or an ambush?" Sam stared at him. "Tell me. I'm interested."

"There's nothing interesting there, just a transformation ritual."'Baro' pursed his lips and chuckled. "After all, you're all stars of the next generation. My lord thirsts for talents. He would never do something like shedding blood. The perishing praise are just bandits that only know how to kill. I'd love to have more companions, especially elites like Mr. Sam…" Before he finished, a cry sounded in the distance. Dozens of wild aether waves appeared. A bloody head was tossed over.

'Baro' looked at Sam as if he could see the subtle hand movement. He chuckled meaningfully. "Do you still have more questions? I will answer everything I can."

Sam's expression darkened. Those who wanted to escape froze, their eyes filling with despair.