"Will, who is this man...?"
Will snorted coldly at the words and turned the man over:
"Mr. Luo Feng, do you recognize him?"
Xu Yun looked over in response.
The man was a burly fellow with a fierce face, tall and robust, his neck flushed slightly red from years of drinking.
Xu Yun pondered for a moment, a little uncertain:
"He does seem familiar, I think I... that's right, I must have seen him in Mendisolo Village!"
"If I'm not mistaken, when Old Ewald took us to Sterling to buy the spindle, he was sitting right beside us at the gambling table!"
The reason Xu Yun remembered this man was mainly because it was late autumn, yet he was the only one at the gambling table with his shirt off — quite conspicuous.
Plus, Xu Yun had just arrived in this scenario and had met only a few people.
So naturally, he remembered such a distinctive character.
Hearing Xu Yun's words, Thomson nodded solemnly:
"That's right. He is the hunter from Mendisolo Village, named Kurz."
