Chapter 86: First Time in History

A grunt rang out, and the battle began.

"Old sir, I don't think this is a job fitting your age." Phillip, the copper-ranked adventurer lightly placed his halberd on his shoulder while grinning.

"How strange," Roth replied, his benign smile not faltering for a second. "Some lovely children just told me that sixty-five is quite the youthful age."

"Oh? You actually are young?"

At that, a certain adventurer applicant expressed her displeasure, but her words went unnoticed.

"Then, I won't hold back," with that, Phillip lowered his stance and clutched his halberd before pointing it forward. Roth smiled and narrowed his gaze.

The two of them disappeared.

Phillip held his breath as he lunged where Roth stood, only to find him gone. Behind him, a dozen daggers flew down on his body from all directions. Philip twisted his body and dodged most of them, knocking away the ones he couldn't with the flat end of his weapon.

Phillip's eyes swerved around the place as he flexed his muscles.