Side Story: The White Dragon – Part 2

Ursuline followed their gazes with a troubled expression, just in time to see a burly man with an intimidating air enter the hall.

All of a sudden, Ursuline felt utterly small. The newcomer had pitch-black hair and golden skin, with a physique rivaling that of northerners. Even at a rough estimate, he appeared over six kevettes and one hech(Approximately 192 centimeters) tall, with strength exuding from his broad shoulders and long, agile legs.

However, it was not the man's robust build or menacingly nimble movements that had silenced the crowd. As Ursuline watched the man approach, he could not help but grow tense.

The man was dressed too casually. His rough-hewn boots were plain, and his closely fitted black woolen tunic lacked a single stitch of embroidery. What's more, the vest draped over it seemed to be for defensive purposes, and the thick belt and longsword at his waist was clearly not for fashion. He looked more suited for the battlefield than a banquet hall.