Hill sat quietly at the high terrace, putting on the gloves that Coron gave him.
This item, though rare, was not of a high level. When Coron gave it to him, he merely advised him to be a bit more elegant.
Don't wave bear claws with that elf face, and most importantly, don't dirty your hands.
Hill hadn't cared about such things before; he could don a pair of sheer gloves and get hands-on.
But this time, he expected that things might get a bit dirty when he took action.
The dwarf gloves with their metal mineral attributes were perfectly suited to Hill, who didn't want to touch anything dirty at all.
No way around it, after all, these so-called Great Sages couldn't withstand dragon attacks, and Hill didn't like the feeling of blood and gore.
Aesces had no intention of dissuading Hill this time, even if Hill was the one to drag him out and directly probe into the nature of these people, whether they were being controlled or tempted.
