No one wanted to provoke that group of "madmen." By the time she came to her senses, she realized Lance had already left, so she could only hurry to follow.
As soon as she stepped out, she heard Lance's voice. Opposite him stood an exceptionally tall person.
"Barin! Do you remember me?"
Lance sized up the almost two-meter-tall giant in front of him, who was as muscular as a bear. This motherfucker is thirteen?
If Mary and Tom's awakenings were purely civilian, then Barin had to have some trace of an Extraordinary Bloodline; otherwise, he wouldn't exhibit such abnormalities. Lance still had some impression of him; even when skinny, Barin's frame was extremely conspicuous. Back then, Barin hadn't even known who his father was. He had always relied on his mother, carrying her on his back as they escaped to safety.
"Of course, I remember. If it hadn't been for the Lord, my mother and I would have starved to death," Barin said, somewhat excitedly, his voice deep and somber.
