NPC Stories are important too... Part-1.

Bastille, Underground Sewer Tunnels.

"Look, I came all the way here just to buy this spell book; don't waste my time any further… If you don't hurry up, then don't blame me later for beating the sh*t out of you!"

A woman wearing an oversized hoody glared at a thin and frail-looking old man.

Although half of her face was covered under a mask, just by looking at her light blue pupils, you can already tell that this woman is a breathtaking beauty.

The old man shivered slightly at her words and spoke in a panicked tone.

"C-calm down, Ms. Ensha. I got delayed because recently police raided one of my hideouts, and it took a lot of effort to dodge the chase this time…"

Ensha's eyes turned serious, and she asked,

"Are you certain that you really threw the police off your tail? I don't want to get involved with the sh*t that you have created for yourself!"