Looking at the Black Robed Nightmare in front of him, Magic Puppet Billy suddenly felt a surge of vigilance in his heart.
He had failed to notice this small Nightmare Spirit immediately, and it wasn't until he drew closer that he paid attention.
If this had been a battle, he feared he might already be at a disadvantage, or even dead.
Yet even though he felt some apprehension towards this Richard, Magic Puppet Billy's expression remained calm and unruffled.
He asked in a steady tone,
"Are you the master of this little creature?"
Richard looked at the small Nightmare Spirit in front of him, the circulation of energy within its body clear in his eyes.
He easily judged its strength—four hundred thousand Power of Nightmare, a top tier among First Level Nightmare creatures.
It would be troublesome to kill it now.
So he nodded slightly, "I am the leader here, tell me your name, stranger."
Magic Puppet Billy was relieved to see Richard step back.
