Max Level Miscellaneous Character

After sending the coffins to the temple of Kundara, Ivan moved to a nearby bar.

Delfino had something to report to Denomination, and Ferocious Tooth wanted to wash his body quickly. Irene said that the tobacco ran out and she had to make a new one.

Ivan could have been alone for the first time in a while, but he couldn’t. The martial artist Mathias was with him because of the old relationship after a long time.

The martial artist Mathias was a middle-aged man whose hair had changed in several places.

Although Ivan wouldn’t believe he was getting old at all when he saw his full muscle.

Gulp, gulp!

“Wow! Kyaa. I’ve been to many places, but I like the taste of beer here. There are rumors that Dwarves also order from here.”

Mathias, who exhilaratingly drank the beer, wiped his lips and looked at Ivan.

“You still look strong. How are you? How have you been?”

“Well, it’s the same. I run around and cut. Earning a living like that.”

The scale seems to have grown a lot recently, but the essence has not changed. He was living somewhere while heaping and collecting rewards.

“I heard that Denomination’s army fought the demon and won, but seeing you in the procession with them, it seems that you are also there? I guess there’s a lot of accidents.”

“It’s a job that requires a sword, but nowhere is not dangerous. It doesn’t matter who the opponent is.”

“Huh, that’s right. That was the spirit of a Norse warrior.”

When Mathias burst out in admiration, Ivan hid the bitter laugh, pretending to be drinking his beer. (dlazarturead(dot)wordpress(dot)com)

The spirit of a Norse warrior is a sham. Just when did he have something like that.

Others saw him and said he was walking the path of a hero, but Ivan didn’t think so at all. He was just an ordinary person. He is moderately selfish, moderately good-natured. So, he is a person who is neither coldly cut off nor embracing everything.

He hid his bitter smile, but he couldn’t hide his bitter eyes. Mathias looked at Ivan’s face and nodded his head.

“I think it’s been about 3 years since we broke up in Andorel, but a lot of things must have happened. Your eyes got deeper than before.”

“I realize the preciousness of life every day. You’re bound to become a sage if a blade passes through your neck.”

“Huh, I was serving the Great Sage.”

“Thanks to the Thunderstep you gave me.”

At those words, Mathias looked at him with a puzzled look.

“It’s not what I taught you. It’s what you learned. You stole it on your own.”

“Didn’t you tell me to learn it if I can?”