The old man named Ben glared at the other elder and said, "No mistake. This kid killed the Beast Clan's savior and inherited his bloodline. He also carries the fox demon curse."
Hearing their conversation, John was certain that these two elders were powerful figures from the Beast Clan and, fortunately, seemed to harbor no hostility toward him.
One of them even emitted an aura that felt strangely familiar to him.
John bowed respectfully and looked at the elder who had spoken, saying, "Senior, may I ask what your relationship is with Lord Black Turtle?"
"You know that turtle brat?" The elder glanced at John, then seemed to realize something. "Of course, that guy is the guardian of the prophesied savior."
John frowned slightly. Why was this elder using such crude language?
At that moment, the Undead Lord's voice echoed in his mind: "Kid, he's the Sacred Beast Tony of the Beast Clan."
Tony?
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