Kapitel 217: Figuring it Out

The wolfkin named Logan who had yellow fur and razor-sharp claws now stood up and looked at Loki, the mage adorned in black robes. The human in front of him was a peak grandmaster mage! 

Peak Grandmasters were existences that could kill one thousand people with their strength and capabilities. And the one in front of him was actually a mage as well. They had many offensive skills that could kill hundreds of enemies with a single spell. 

Before the mage revealed his aura, Logan hadn't even managed to sense it. 

He quickly bowed in respect towards the mage and asked in an obedient tone. Offending this powerhouse with improper behavior would spell his ultimate death. 

"May I ask what exactly do you want, sir? I don't think anyone of your grand stature would pay this hefty amount for having just one or two tombs of top powerful figures ransacked." he said, trying to see the silver-haired mage's reaction.