Oliver did not give the masked man a single chance to breathe.
The entire way, he walked beside him, waving his hands at times.
Other times he leaned forward as if trying to look at his face from below.
"Why did you stop using those glowing things,"
"Are there more monsters like that thing,"
"How does the weapon in your hand work, is it magic or something else,"
Oliver's voice was like a fly hovering around his ear.
And with every new question, the masked man tightened his fist.
He was holding back a deep urge to punch him in the face just to shut him up.
His fingers kept clenching and relaxing, and the muscles in his jaw moved with every word he heard.
In the back, the sage walked beside Maron.
He occasionally held his stomach while staring at the ground.
Meanwhile Maron wiped the remaining drops of water from his hair and shook his head.
Maron said while looking at the dense trees,
"I did not think the forest had this many monsters."
