When Sakri, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit and handsome in appearance, walked into the freshly cleaned office, Qin Ran had an extra cup of clear tea in hand.
Unlike the teas in other dungeon worlds, which had all manner of ingredients added to them, the tea in this dungeon world contained no additions at all. It was closer to the tea Qin Ran knew.
What a pity there were no pastries.
After sighing inwardly, Qin Ran looked at Sakri, the elder sitting across from his desk.
He was surprised by Sakri's attire and bearing.
In Qin Ran's experience, aside from Mimosa, few men could compare to Sakri's temperament. Moreover, Sakri possessed a heroic air that Mimosa lacked. Especially when accentuated by the suit, that heroic air added another touch of charm to him.
"Hello, Mr. Ethan Hunter."
"I am Sakri."
"It is an immense honor to meet you for the first time."
"Please rest assured, I bear no ill will. I have come with good intentions."
Sakri smiled.
Compared to the previous assistant's smile, this one appeared incomparably sincere, as though a friend had come to offer congratulations.
Yet that only made Qin Ran more vigilant.
Far more vigilant than he had been toward that assistant.
In Qin Ran's eyes, the assistant had been like a small beast with its fangs bared. Though it had teeth and claws, it was not strong enough, and more often than not needed to put on a show of strength. Sakri before him was different. His composure and calm came from his own power.
Qin Ran's Perception told him everything.
The half-demon power hidden within Sakri's body.
Yet it seemed somewhat different.
More importantly, Qin Ran had not forgotten why he had made such a huge commotion.
To draw out Piercing Thorn!
Could