Chapter 145: Volunteering for the Golden Week (3)
Guilty was fairly middle-aged.
His appearance, which resembles a famous theater actor who retired and disappeared a few years ago, is clearly visible even from a distance.
Vikir recognized him at a glance.
'Tenth or ninth time!'
The face is different, but the foul essence inside is the same.
The stench that assaulted his nose was unmistakably demonic, weaker than it had been before his regression, but still intimidating enough.
Moreover, there was one more factor that added to Vikir's confidence.
It was the four shadows walking in an escorted circle around Guilty.
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
Walking directly behind Quilty was a large, burly man in a suit. He wore a black sack over his face.
He wears a golden nameplate with the word "Ephebo" engraved on his chest.