For Theodore as he was now, whether Lis was an Abyss Demon or not no longer mattered; after Lis had protected Hanna and Turner so many times, that was already more than enough for Theodore.
Now, even if Lis ordered him to become an enemy of the Ryan Kingdom, he would not hesitate in the slightest.
"Please reconsider."
Seeing this, that servant grew even more anxious.
However, she didn't dare to lay a hand on Lis to stop him.
The scene of Lis so cleanly defeating those three just now was still vivid in her mind; she didn't think she was any stronger than those three.
At this moment, a slightly aged voice sounded.
"Honored sir, please wait a moment."
Lis turned his head and saw a figure slowly walking down from the stairs of the Mercenary Guild's second floor.
An old man was slowly coming down the stairs.
He wore a pure white robe as immaculate as fresh snow; the robe lightly fluttered with his slow steps, as if carrying a sort of transcendence beyond the mortal dust.
