"This isn't what we agreed on."
Yellow Finger Hazel adjusted his yellow hat, resembling a mushroom cap, as he dismounted from the gigantic flying dragon and complained.
"Weren't we supposed to help Lann deal with that Lord of Cinders? That Profound Saint, Elderidge!"
Clearly, Hazel felt a bit underestimated and was somewhat worried if Lann could manage without the help of people like them.
However, Thorn Knight Kirk beside Hazel continued to act like an experienced old hand.
Just by his gaze, one could tell he seemed to recognize many of the ancient existences present.
When looking at the Silver Knights, he focused on their armor.
When observing Simo and Ongstein, he wasn't at all dazzled by their golden magnificent armor; instead, he concentrated on their massive hammers and cross spears.
After a quick sweep, Kirk raised his shield filled with steel spikes and Thorn Sword.
