Chapter 38: Randel Montego
Captain Lewis kept looking around. The spirit energy got more and more concentrated until finally, they could all feel the specific spot that the energy had come from.
"Captain, this seems weird. We have met some low-level monsters on our way here, but not one of higher strength. It's like they are avoiding this place," one of the knights voiced out.
"I understand your point, but we can't go back now. This must be the place—we have to find where that treasure is," Lewis said, still scanning the ground with his eyes to find the treasure.
"Sadly, there is no treasure. I've checked already."
A voice spoke out of nowhere. Immediately, Lewis and all the men pulled their swords out, looking around for who spoke.
"No need to be so jumpy," the voice spoke again, and a man walked out from behind a tree. He was a young man, no more than twenty. His eyes were crimson red, and his hair was pure white.
His skin was pale to an unnatural level. He wore a fitting, ankle-length white jacket with gold embroidery and white gloves covering his hands. He was a tall man, standing at over six feet.
He had a small golden chain around his neck, and attached to the chain mail was a golden circle with a triangle in it.
Immediately, Lewis saw that sign and pointed his sword at the man. "You are from the Spirit Cult, you vile creature. What are you doing here?" Lewis asked.
"Ohh? It seems that I have become popular everywhere. My name—or what I go by—is Randel Montego," the man said, introducing himself with a slight bow.