This was a man with an exceedingly strange appearance.
Standing at only 1.34 meters tall, he had a rather corpulent figure and an exaggeratedly large mouth filled with two rows of sharp, serrated teeth, like two sets of saws shoved inside.
His highly distinctive features made him unforgettable at first glance—
Barton!
Lynch remembered the name of this senior, Richard, who had left a deep impression on him at the Wizard Market last time.
He recalled Barton mentioning he would return to the Ramos Duchy, never expecting to encounter him here!
Lynch couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of fate.
Perhaps due to his increased power during this period, facing this formidable individual once more, Lynch was neither particularly fearful nor panicked. Silently preparing for battle, he carefully observed Barton's every move.
Simultaneously, Barton was sniffing the air, taking one step at a time towards Lynch and his companion.
"What a sweet scent!"
"It's those weak white lambs."
