By the time Belian arrived, the tavern was already filled with people lying on the ground.
He looked at the only two still standing in the room, a man and a woman dressed luxuriously, not even the hem of their clothes was dirty, and he automatically categorized them as the new casters recruited by His Majesty Losa.
"Sir Belian has arrived!"
A Knight clutching his stomach, writhing in pain on the ground, struggled to get up and shouted, "Sir Belian, you've come at the right time, quickly stop this impostor daring to pose as a member of the Imperial Family!"
"Sir Belian, you must not let him leave."
Emotions were running high in the room, yet no one dared to step forward to use force.
Just a moment ago, this man and woman effortlessly knocked down about twenty strong men, among them were famous sword masters from Jaffa City, and judging by their relaxed demeanor, it was obvious they were far from their limits.
