Bab 472: Don't ever call me that

Hubert woke up in the morning and gazed at the large bundle of herbs stacked in front of his house. He heard the noise last night, but he never imagined the human would actually gather 1,000 of them in just a single night.

He let out a sigh as he gazed at the only person in front of him, sitting leisurely on the chair he used yesterday.

"So, where is Kyle? He's the one who gathered the herbs, right?"

Azazeal stared at him and, after a nod, he pointed his finger towards the path leading down the mountain without uttering a single word. The old man pulled out another chair from the house and sat down opposite him with a grave expression.

"Let's set Kyle aside for now. Just tell me, who are you? Why are you in this land?"

He released his spiritual energy to exert pressure on the man, but a shiver ran down his spine when Azazeal lifted his eyes to gaze at him with a pair of obsidian eyes.