"A masked man?" Leone frowned. "What does his mask look like?"
"A black skull. It covers half his face," Daedalus replied.
All Raptors served as Daedalus' eyes and ears, so it had seen the battle between the masked man and the warriors of the Grimfang Tribe.
Frankly, it was very curious about the masked man's identity. This person seemed to personally know Leone or was at least quite familiar with him.
The grimoire especially took notice of a certain detail. Leone's location wasn't a secret among the tribes in the Borderlands, yet the masked man still didn't know where to find the young man.
This only meant one thing.
The masked man wasn't from the Borderlands.
"A black skull…" Leone frowned. "I'm not familiar with anyone who wears that mask."
"If that's the case, when you meet him, make sure Gundar is standing beside you," Daedalus warned. "When he fought the warriors of the Grimfang Tribe, he treated them like children.
