After Alan and his sister left, a plainly dressed old man stepped out from the shadows, marveling to himself.
"Such sharp mental perception... it's already close to the level of a grand magus, isn't it?" he murmured.
Once he revealed himself, he quickly rejoined Kenrito's group.
"Mr. Gavus, Alan's strength is indeed real. He forced me to use mid-tier-bronze power, but wasn't the gift we gave him, worth a thousand gold coins, enough? Why did you also give him a storage ring?" Kenrito asked, still puzzled.
Gavus didn't respond directly. Instead, he posed a question, "Your Highness, in today's duel with Alan, who do you think won?"
Kenrito didn't quite understand why Gavus asked this, but he answered seriously, "Though it ended in a draw, in terms of level, he's beyond me. But in a real life-or-death fight, he would have died to my fist. So I suppose I won?"
Gavus shook his head. "From any angle, Your Highness suffered a complete defeat."
