Richard sat down casually and closed his eyes, signaling to the two women that he simply wanted to wait and didn't feel like talking.
But Carla wasn't the type who could stay quiet. She eventually started chatting with Elena.
That didn't bother Richard—as long as the topic didn't involve him.
Click!
After some time, the door finally opened.
Richard instinctively opened his eyes and straightened his posture.
A middle-aged man walked in, looking rather ordinary at first glance.
His blond hair, like Elena's, was slightly messy.
He was tall but somewhat thin, with pale skin that suggested he rarely went outside.
His clothing was the simplest of all—just a plain blue robe, the kind commonly worn by villagers.
And yet, his eyes told a different story.
The aura hidden within him made Richard feel a subtle sense of danger.
