Rancor

Angor replied to Roman's arrogant look with a cold stare, "If you say so, allow me to FULLY handle this."

Roman kept smiling as if he just won a fight. He didn't believe an ordinary level-3 apprentice could take on a stronger sea monster alone. As he observed in these days, this middle-aged man called "Padt" didn't even have a proper bloodline infused. How could someone with such a squishy body compete with a supernatural predator?

He's going to kneel and beg for his life… Roman couldn't help smirking. And that's when I can take everything from him.

"Ahem." Roman tried to fake a friendly and determined look on the outside. "If you're in trouble, Mister Padt, I'll do my best to provide support from behind your back."

Angor didn't answer. That man's malevolence was so obvious.

"Heh. No thanks, Mister Roman. It's just a petty vermin. Please tend to your wounds."

Roman's smile froze.