Ronald immediately understood one thing.
The previous statements by Bapulor were not an exaggeration.
—The "reputation" of Little William Ireland was indeed comparable to that of this cult leader.
It was just such a simple sentence.
Almost simultaneously, the faces of the surrounding Casters changed, and some even subconsciously shifted their gaze to the multi-masted ship on the sea.
The implication was self-evident.
If what Bapulor had said was true, it was an extremely dangerous matter.
Only a few seconds had passed when one of the Casters surrounding the two men spoke up in a very unpleasant tone:
"Bapulor, don't spout nonsense about such matters!"
"If we find out you're up to some messy business, don't think about leaving here alive today!"
The man who spoke was the oldest among the circle of people, and as he spoke, a brooch on his chest sparkled with the glow of magic. A slight sensing would reveal that his Flying Spell originated from it.
