According to our intelligence, he is also a Stellar Summoner.
That's an ancient profession you can't judge by common sense, so my suggestion to Master Fraser is that, even if conflict arises, we don't need to resort to a decapitation strategy.
Unless we truly manage to invite a Gold-tier warrior and get them to abandon their dignity to act as an assassin..."
This incomprehensibly high conclusion briefly enlightened Major Ron. He handed the trophy in his hand to his attendant and watched the upcoming challenge along with Fraser.
At the entrance to the sewer battle arena, Stick Brother glanced at the illuminated battlefield ahead and Sir Murphy sitting on that "Pavilion" dining chair. He took a deep breath and turned around, accepting a vial of pitch-black alchemical liquid from the sweaty Pantsless Demon Afeng who had rushed here.
The other thirty-nine people also held the same vial.
Afeng explained beside them:
