Root felt the weight; Oliver withdrew his hand. Immediately, he channeled mana to fortify himself, preventing him from losing balance under the unexpected burden.
Meanwhile, Oliver thanked the young shopkeeper and turned to walk towards their boat. As he walked, he again sensed an occasional gaze directed at him. Yet, before he could turn to investigate, it vanished as if it had never existed. This annoyance sparked a frown on Oliver's forehead.
"What is it?" Root asked.
Oliver glanced around to ensure no one was nearby and whispered, "I feel like someone is following me."
Root tightened his grip on the plastic bag, hoisted it onto his back, and asked, "Are you sure? Is it just a feeling?"
Oliver looked at Root. "It's not just a feeling; it is a feeling. You shouldn't trivialize it," he said seriously.
