Suddenly, unknown whispers appeared by his ear, then vanished without a trace the next moment.
Kyle was not so fortunate. His expression twisted in extreme pain.
Seeing this, Velin did not hesitate and tossed the Sweet Fruit in his hand toward the old beggar.
The instant it came into contact with the black aura, the Sweet Fruit transformed into the shape of a fairy and slowly enveloped the old beggar.
The unknown whispers were cut off. Kyle collapsed onto the ground, drenched in sweat, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at everything before him. His face showed nothing but the relief of surviving a disaster.
Under the cover of the light fairy, the unknown black words gradually crumbled and were purified within the light.
Half an hour later, everything returned to calm.
The old beggar's aged face gradually faded away. He grew young again and appeared before the two of them with an entirely new face.
"Master, is this still that old beggar?" Kyle leaned against his chair and asked weakly.
Velin shook his head and said uncertainly, "Perhaps this is what he truly looked like."
An ordinary face and an extraordinary bearing came together in this man without the slightest sense of discord.
As time slowly passed, Velin and Kyle did not disturb him. They sat nearby and quietly waited for him to awaken.
After an unknown amount of time, the young man's hand gradually trembled. He opened his eyes, and the confusion in them slowly turned into wisdom.
"More than two hundred years... Has it really been that long?"
The young man spoke softly, but Velin could not understand him. It was not the Common Tongue he knew, but another language.
A few minutes later, the young man sat up from the ground. Looking at Velin,