That Guy

A sparrow-like bird landed on the back of Levin's hand, chirping away.

Levin tilted his head and listened.

Then some grain appeared in his other palm. The bird immediately hopped over and began to eat.

Qin Ran knew Levin must have a skill like this, but seeing it again still struck him as remarkable.

He studied Levin.

Levin was of average height and rather thin. The system obscured his face, making his features impossible to see.

Apart from a normal-sized backpack, he carried only a dagger and a pistol at his waist.

Qin Ran was certain the dagger and pistol were just for show.

His mastery of [Cold Weapons: Daggers] and peerless-level knowledge of [Gunpowder Weapons: Light Weapons] told him as much.

Whether Levin was walking or standing still, he could not have drawn either weapon at a moment's notice.

Instead, his right hand kept drifting toward one side of his backpack.

From the way Levin walked, Qin Ran could also tell that his Strength, Agility, and Constitution were nothing special—at most, slightly above an ordinary person's.

He isn't physically strong!

The dagger and pistol are decoys!

Is his real trump card inside the backpack?

Qin Ran considered the possibility.

But what was in there?

Looking at the bird in Levin's palm, Qin Ran already had a guess: some item that could summon a powerful animal.

What kind of animal, though, was beyond him.

A few minutes later, the bird flew back into the sky.

"It saw three people leave this way!" Levin pointed to the left branch of the T-junction.

"Anything else?" Hans asked impatiently.

"It has a good memory, but that doesn't mean it can distinguish people's faces or tell us much more!" Levin said in his distinctive raspy voice.

"All right!"

"I'll lead the way again!"

"Everyone,