Let Uncle Give You A Shot

Lin Li turned around abruptly, and saw a figure in black robe floating over the cave like a ghost. His blood-red eyes were filled with devilish aura. They were so unique that Lin Li did not even need to look at his face. He knew that this person was one of the two men who'd scared him into hiding in his tent when they visited the Silver Hand camp that morning.

Lin Li vaguely remembered Serena seemed to have said that this fellow was called Argus or something. It was said that he was a mysterious level-16 mage. The one with him was Wilhelm's nephew, a warrior who was also level-16.

"Who are you?" Lin Li remained composed. While he asked something he knew the answer to, one of his hands quietly reached behind him and clutched the crossbow on his back.

"My name is Argus, one of Master Matthias' magic instructors." Argus's voice was calm, sounding as if he were talking about weather with his old friend.