The guards standing around Nilrem were alert.
This elderly man had medium-length wavy hair that reached to the base of his neck. His white beard was short and neatly trimmed, and his mustache was curled upward at the ends.
He wore flamboyant attire — deep blue robes paired with a vivid red cloak draped loosely over his shoulders. He held a wooden pipe in one hand as he inhaled a puff of smoke, his bright blue eyes scanning the surroundings with open fascination.
However, this wasn't the reason why the city watch had formed a perimeter around him, aiming their weapons at him.
Firstly, the old man had brazenly skipped the long line stretching outside the eastern gates, bypassing the security checkpoint entirely as if it didn't apply to him.
Secondly, and most importantly, he was subtly radiating the unmistakable aura of a Mana Vortex Magus!
