As I repeatedly questioned the man about the details, his image in my mind grew clearer: he wore a sharply tailored brown suit with a honeycomb-like hexagonal pattern, and his red hair was neatly combed back. Even on the hot Southern Continent, he wore dark leather shoes. Yet he was never seen sweating. Even when exposed to the sun, his skin remained fair and luminous.
He had lived on the Southern Continent for many years. He was on good terms with many troll tribes and often dealt with goblins as well. He could speak both goblin and troll, and the trolls called him "Red Wine Mister."
No one knew his name. They only knew that he was a powerful and mysterious "wizard." They did not even know what his abilities or path were.
Oh no.
Iver thought.
Because he had no idea who this person was. That meant this man had never appeared in the game at all. He was a new BOSS Iver had provoked himself... Someone who could abduct the father of a high priest from within a troll tribe at will and make him completely incapable of resisting.
As the high priest of a tribe, it was unlikely that he was Fifth Level. After all, even with the physical enhancement at that level, they had still been driven into such a state by unorganized goblins.
Working backward, the high priest was probably a Fourth Level "Grand Wizard." Then this man had to be at least Fifth Level... He might even be an apostle who had obtained a Celestial Lord's power.
"...Red hair."
Iver murmured, "Bear Angel..."
He could not completely rule out the possibility that the man was from Avalon or connected to Noble Red. But judging from his red hair and fair skin, he was at