"Damn."
Flinn looked at Lexel's masterclass of courtship attentions. Every eye was on the mansion, even the platton who he left nothing but dust in their gaping mouths as he made an impossible leap.
Anthierin, beside Flinn, swallowed.
She had seen him move before. She had seen the tower floors, the highwaymen on the road to Lanjaar and Einjaar, the arena where Kain's composure had lasted until it hadn't. She had seen the gap between Lexel and everyone around him expressed in a dozen different ways.
She had not seen that leap before.
I-Incredible, Cresty gulped. She knew Monk Class was a class prioritizing physicality to the ceiling, yet, she never saw, not even once in the records, of someone leaping straight like a deadly dagger. The Eye's interest in this man is justified, I am certain with everything that's going on, he is no Monk Class, a type of Fighter Class, or perhaps, a High Monk? No, that cannot be; he is still under Lv 30.
