Chapter 79- Undercurrents (3)

Listening to their guild master blabber on, all four of them realized that the situation was not looking good. A man wearing a gaudy robe, leather armour and a wooden staff with a gem inlaid on top, couldn't help but ask "Guild master what is with these two names, why are you so afrai… I mean why are you so concerned about them?".

The man had a crafty looking face and wrinkles around his forehead. He was thinly built and his posture was a little crooked. Realising that he had made a mistake choosing his words, a droplet of sweat trickled down his face.

Boris looked at the man who asked the question, he was one of the Seven Swords, Sable the [Crimson Scorching Sage].

Morgress glared at Sable with bloodlust flooding out of his body, which put a formless pressure on all the four members present as he said "Mind your words, I'm not afraid of anyone". One could imagine the kind of presence a level 500 [Grand Lightning Warrior] had.