Wealthy Scholar, Lost Swordsman 1
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"****!"
The Bard once again fled in panic, escaping into another corner.
"Bang!"
Falling rocks fell from the sky, almost smashing him to death, but he was suddenly caught by a pale and gentle hand.
"Be careful."
This warm and ear-catching voice made one's heart flutter.
The Bard looked up and was surprised to see that a man wearing a jade crown, a white robe, and a scholar's attire had appeared before him. He looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
The man had a clean and youthful face. His eyes were clear and bright, his nose was straight, and his lips were shiny like Jade. He was handsome and looked elegant.
"Thank, thank you for your life-saving grace."
The Bard was stunned. This handsome man looked like he was not a simple person.
He had no way to repay him. All he could do was hand over a dirty apple from his pocket.
"Do, do you want to eat?"