Kapitel 477: A New Base

"My bad, I have a problem with sneaking up on people like that," the youthful, black-eyed man smiled, extending his black-gloved hand, "I'm Akshay, by the way, a silver-ranked adventurer."

He was slender, almost malnourished by the thin, black sleeves of his coat that clung to his arms, but he was truthfully anything but "youthful"--at least in his eyes; it was obvious to see the age that hung inside of his pitch-black irises. 

He hesitated for a moment before accepting his hand, shaking it lightly, "Ren–I'm a ruby-rank, I guess you can see that, though," he chuckled, placing the necklace back beneath his collar. 

What does this guy want? He thought, was he here when I came in? 

In fact, everything about the young man he looked at seemed unorthodox: his predominantly black hair that bled with snow-white through half of it, his all-black clothing, as if trying to obscure himself–and his pure, sable eyes that were devoid of much.