Kapitel 747: Rolan of Orlan

"What is that supposed to mean?" asked Arthur, since the Mansell Gang was in this country for a long time. The ashen-haired bartender smiled and reached out toward the disappearing body, absorbing all the light particles into his arm.

"Alexander Mansell was a lie, and so was everything he did. I just wanted to know how you would fight against the Transmutation Guardian. The Voldor Family are not descendants of that guardian, but a different one."

Arthur was silent in response, trying to wrap his head around this. The bartender spoke as if he was unrelated to Ilios but rather a trap set for Arthur to fall into and reveal his runes.

"This land was once filled with elements and the origin of the Transmutation Guardian," said Arthur, exposing his lies. "Are you saying the Ilios Empire is misplaced?"