Sol wasn't actually from the Barbarian Race, so he did not know who Mar-Dule was. But from the looks of it, he must be really well-known.
Just when Sol was trying to think of an excuse as to why he didn't know him, Mar-Dule huffed a plethora of copium and said.
"Haha, you must be from the Outskirts. I heard tribe members who live out there don't really come in contact with the main tribes. That must be it, that must be it."
Sol forced a smile at Mar-Dule's words, but he did not deny them. If he was mistaken for being a Barbarian so much, then it would be better to go with it than revealing his identity.
To be truthful, despite his Master's words, he against letting people know he was from the Ibbian Mountain Range, or as the Arkadians called it, the Demonic Forest.
"Anyway, it's okay if you don't know how great I am, I'll just tell you! But first…"
Mar-Dule glanced at the disciples Sol knocked out and said in a low voice.
