Xia Nan watched the man standing before the counter, his whole body giving off a gloomy air.
He was like an old bloodstained sword weathered by countless storms.
His black skin was as rough as sandpaper, deep ravines carved across his face. His short gray-brown hair was threaded with silver, and his temples had gone white.
Beneath his hooked nose and high brow ridges, his shadow-shrouded eyes were indistinct, adding an even darker quality to him.
Business was good at the "Resting Dragon Nest" tavern. Ever since Xia Nan and the other two had come down to the hall, plenty of customers had been coming and going through the entrance.
But never had there been anyone like him—someone who, without saying a word, merely pushed open the door and stepped inside, yet drew the gazes of many drinkers around him, as if the sound of the entire hall had lowered because of his arrival.
And the oppressive aura radiating from the man, stirred by his own emotions and transmitted almost tangibly to everyone around him, was something that belonged exclusively to the strong.
Without a doubt, he was an Adventurer of quite considerable strength.
Xia Nan guessed that the man's Profession Level had to be at least around level four or five.
For certain niche professions with lower upper limits, that was already at the threshold for a class change.
Considering that the guests at the tables in the tavern who could see the entrance were all staring at the man under the influence of his aura, Xia Nan did not avert his gaze either. Instead, he used his own Perception ability to study him carefully.
This middle-aged man named Lawson could not be called burly, but his frame was broad and his back and shoulders were thick, fully filling