Chapter 643 (2/2)

“But… the way he dresses, and he looks nothing like a traveler!”

“Precisely because he looks nothing like one, that’s why there isn’t a problem at all,” said the old soldier as he laughed. “If you were a spy, would you dress like him and then claim to be a traveler?”

“Of course not! That’s just like writing ‘I am suspicious’ all over my face.”

“That’s right! Don’t take others for fools,” said the old soldier amidst laughter. He patted that new recruit on the shoulder and said, “Daring to do so, either that person is a fool, or he must be a master who is very powerful. This guy doesn’t look like a fool, so of course, he belongs to the latter.”

“Is he a very powerful Master? Do I need to report that?”

“You think our captain can’t see that?”

“That’s true…”

That captain that they were referring to was one of the most important generals under Toon Samat’s command, Lande Tu.

This last name was strange because of its pronunciation or meaning. It was because its owner was no ordinary man, but a native from the Great Marsh—a half-dragon human.

The half-dragon humans were cold-blooded creatures with human-like torsos and heads with dragon horns, big mouths, and sharp teeth. Their bodies were covered with thick scales that could provide them with protection comparable to that provided by medium-sized or even heavy-duty armor. They had alarmingly strong bodies, even if they were not towering, but in terms of strength, they were strong enough to fight an average demon beast. Yet relatively speaking, their movements were not as agile, especially during cold weather, they would appear to be a little lazy and drowsy. If the climate got a tad colder, they would even go into hibernation.

In view of this, the half-dragon humans preferred activities in the South. The further south they were, the better it was. The Manor of Samat was south enough, so even though this Captain Lande might seem a little lacking in energy, at least he showed no intention of hibernating.

He stood in a mid-level room of the watchtower and peered out of the window, keeping his gaze on Sui Xiong who was walking leisurely on the street. His eyes were alert, yet gloomy.

“This man is not easy to deal with,” said his deputy, a paladin whose capability was close to a high level.

Lande nodded then spoke in a jerky discourse, “Get our soldiers to pay more attention to him but don’t bother him. So long as he doesn’t stir up trouble, we’ll just pretend we see nothing.”

This was a very popular practice. In the presence of masters whom they could not afford to provoke, soldiers in most territories would choose to do this.

Hearing Lande’s command, his deputy was taken aback and asked in surprise, “Is he that strong?”

“I’m just worried that I may have underestimated him,” Lande replied bitterly. “Though I can’t find any evidence, I still feel that he is very strong, super strong, stronger than what we could ever imagine… Anyway, we just need to be careful.”

Lande had a peculiar profession. He was neither a warrior, nor was he a paladin. He was a shaman—a spellcaster who came from the Desolation World. He was a special pontifex who indulged in the soul and spiritual strength.

Shamans were among the core of the Desolation society. They had a combination of various duties like those of mages, priests, doctors, and pontifex. They could communicate with ancestral spirits, gods, and elves from nature itself. Lande, being a shaman near to the advanced legendary peak, other than sporting some semblance to a Dark Mask and being a little unluckier, in terms of ability, he could almost be said to be perfect.

So there was a fleeting moment just then, where he vaguely felt that beneath the common appearance of a mortal, Sui Xiong was hiding an unfathomable power.

Admittedly, although he was usually quite unfortunate, when it came to key issues, he was still quite lucky.