Sir Alon said nothing.
But he didn't move either.
And that alone was enough to make Vendrick raise his blade again.
"Still as greedy as ever… even in your twilight years."
"I'm sorry... but this is the kind of world we live in, Vendrick."
Sir Alon took a step forward, unleashing his overwhelming aura right in Vendrick's face. At the same time, both Oliver Khan and Carmen prepared for battle—the situation was clearly spiraling downward.
"Come at me then, you damned old man."
Both Vendrick and Sir Alon…
Prepared to fight .. a battle that would most certainly end in disaster.
But before either could make a move, a massive barrier formed between them, preventing any further advance.
"That's enough, Vendrick."
All eyes turned to the small wooden house as its door slowly creaked open, revealing a woman who appeared to be in her fifties. She had pink hair tied back with a golden clip, and wore a robe-like garment wrapped around her body.
