The crowd's gaze quickly focused on Lynch.
"Who is that person? How come I've never seen him before?"
"He looks pretty ordinary, doesn't he?"
"Are you kidding me? Miss Kong thinks this person can be a match for the Thorn Sword God?"
The murmurs surged like a tide, and Lynch stood still, feeling a surge of heat at the back of his neck.
He could clearly sense the confusion and doubt in those gazes, even mixed with a faint hint of mockery. After all, his plain travel attire indeed seemed out of place amid the crowd of people dressed in splendid clothing or mage robes.
"Lynch!"
Kong's voice carried a hint of urgency as she, somehow, had already appeared beside Lynch, her hands behind her back, her small face turned up, and her usually calm silver-gray eyes now shimmering with a watery glow, her long lashes fluttering like startled butterflies.
"Help me, just consider it... just consider it a favor I owe you!"
