88 White Horned Tiger

Underneath hundreds of tall trees, a river that seemed almost transparent flickered from the rays of sunlight.

In the river, a small man on a boat stared towards Howard's group. His eyes looked like two saucers that stuck out from his skull. Standing at 1.9 meters tall he looked like a bodybuilder, his ripped torso barely hidden by the leather armor on his torso.

"He's a Mocralin," Reee pushed Howard back, "They normally don't attack students from Horned Nation, or do they really care about others. I wonder what he's doing here?"

"Interrupting us," Monica cracked her knuckles, and created an ice spear in her hand. "Is he dangerous? Hahaha! Do I have kill him so we can continue talking about how much you secretly love Howard! I've seen that look in your eyes!"

"Idiot, he's just looking for something." Reece sighed, and gently smiled at the Mocralin.