The Night Race

The tall bloated captive saw Kieran's electrified punch and took two steps back, his face filled with fear.

He was grunting, making sounds similar to the dungeon's language, but not entirely the same.

"Is it some kind of dialect?" Kieran guessed while he tried to communicate with the big guy.

"Can you understand me?"

The big guy nodded at first, but then shook his head.

The ambiguous answer made Kieran frown.

Suddenly, Herbert stepped in and said, "If you don't mind, may I?"

"Absolutely!" Kieran nodded in agreement and made way for the scholar to interpret the big guy's words.

Kieran kept his eyes on the captive and stayed within range. If the man made any sudden movements, he could counter first.

However, when Herbert walked over with a friendly smile, the big guy calmed down and stopped struggling.

"What the…?" Kieran looked at Herbert in awe.

Herbert was communicating with the man in an extremely slow manner.