Meeting Corleon Again

Time passed.

Barbarian life was simple.

There were no overly complicated relationships, nor any concept of money or profit.

Hunting and fighting alongside friends to earn greater honor, obeying the elders and priests in spirit, and singing and dancing around the bonfire at night—that was all they aspired to.

"Priest, come dance with us!"

Dora stood before the bonfire, her skin somewhat dark, smiling sincerely as she invited Reilo.

"No, thanks."

Reilo lifted his eyes from his notebook and smiled, shaking his head at Dora.

The Barbarian girl's figure was like that of a cheetah, without an ounce of fat. Seeing how bashful Reilo was, she happily danced over and dragged him along, leaving him rather helpless.

Breathing in the youthful fragrance of her, Reilo found himself thinking of Lola, and a trace of sweetness touched the corners of his mouth.

Just then!

Whoosh.

A figure suddenly descended from the pitch-black sky and landed amid the tribe's bonfire!

"Ke ke ke ke ke ke."

The hunched figure surveyed the Barbarians, his laugh cold and cruel. Standing amid the roaring flames, he slowly asked in the Barbarian tongue, "Have any of you seen a human mage around here?"

The sudden appearance of this figure instantly put the Barbarians of the Garu Tribe on guard. They raised their assorted weapons.

It was Corleon!

With one large eye and one small one, he looked bizarre, arrogant, and frivolous. He surveyed the Barbarians around the bonfire, then fixed his gaze on the girl who was controlling stones with Mental Power. He paused in surprise.

"Oh? How strange!"

With the instincts of a researcher of biological evolution, he immediately noticed Dora's anomaly. In a flash, he appeared in front of the Barbarian girl.

The stones exploded with two bangs.

The Old Monster, whose hunched body