Cannot be killed? What does that mean? Don't tell me that class is much more troublesome than I expected??! Fyar thought to himself. He tilted his head slightly. His eyes narrowed sharply, watching Hasya's back, his fingers tapped slowly on the surface of the leather saddle.
Cyhas and Illya exchanged glances. Their eyebrows knitted tightly, showing the same confusion. They then turned forward simultaneously toward Hasya's back.
"What do you mean, Master Hasya?" Illya asked.
"Cannot be killed?" Zaefal muttered. He adjusted his sitting position while trying to digest the information.
"What does that mean?! So they are like immortal shit?" Rasie cut in with a high voice. She leaned her body forward, gripping the thick owl feathers tightly until her knuckles turned white.
Hasya turned back with a confused expression that looked exaggerated. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, waaait."
