As Su Ziyu returned to the inn, the mercenary named Hank swiftly followed him.
Outside the door.
Su Ziyu turned to look at the large man in front of him, slightly furrowing his brow and asked, "Something you need?"
"I've prepared both the horse and the map that you wanted." Hank's expression was much more respectful than yesterday, and there was an uncontrollable excitement in his demeanor. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Was the ritual you performed just now the Dragon Blood Baptism?"
Oh?
He actually knows about the Dragon Blood Baptism.
Right.
Yesterday, I remember someone calling him a barbarian. Is that a special occupation or an ancient tradition?
Afraid of misunderstanding, the barbarian named Hank quickly said, "My ancestor was Grosch, a Dragon Slayer."
"My family migrated to the Glacier Mountain Range in the north over a thousand years ago."
