[473] Stefan Caraval(2)

The group continued to travel through the forest, this time taking the peaceful approach. No trees or nature was harmed this time. Although, the constant praises of the people did get on 'Alan's' nerves.

'Such zealots, or are they simply trying to curry some favor with the cardinal?'

He thought, his eyes coldly observing each and every person here. He almost wanted to grimace when he realized he could not see through the Knight's armor, certainly, it was not ordinary by any means to avoid his eyes.

'All of that aside...'

He, after realizing that he could no longer gather any more information, turned to look at himself.

"My..."

He cooed, as he observed his own body. Filled with some scars and the intricate bloodline tattoos. He also wished to marvel at the dragon on his back, lamenting the fact that he did not have eyes on the back of his head.

'The kid achieved a lot...impressive.'