The female follower they had just feasted upon belonged to a family involved in the grain business. Although small, the family had several knights—men too intimidating for a street thug like him to provoke.
But now, everything had changed. Today, he was the one the female follower did not dare provoke!
"Thank you, my Lord," he thought as he gazed at the resplendent statue in the middle of the square, feeling even more devout.
Every night, after feasting on a female follower, he would come to the nearest large statue and devoutly pray; it had become a routine.
Tonight was no exception.
But soon, Mar had not even reached the front of the statue when his steps suddenly halted and his gaze sharpened abruptly!
Whoosh!
Before he could react, a pale purple brilliance flashed through the dark night like a whip, instantly binding him and dragging him into the coverage area of the Concealing Orb with lightning speed!
"A Wizard! Is there really a Wizard on the island?!"
