Marc let out a laugh before he nodded and said, "You're just overthinking things. This is just a simple exchange job. What sort of accident could happen? The two of them must be late because they're slacking off."
Hearing Marc's words, Manuel felt a bit exasperated. He turned to look at Marc seriously, "I feel like you're being so optimistic. Even though the warriors from the second-grade worlds this time are stronger than usual, there might still be some accidents that can happen. The third-grade worlds still have some strong warriors on their side."
When Marc heard that he shook his head in an uncaring manner, "What sort of surprises could there be? You're right, there are some strong warriors from the third-grade worlds, but we already know about all of them. We can just avoid them if we see them. Those two shouldn't be that stupid.
"As for the rest, you don't have to be concerned. The two of them are still from a holy grade clan. They aren't even regular outer disciples, but inner disciples. Normal warriors from a third-grade world wouldn't be a match for them at all. There shouldn't be any surprises."
Manuel nodded, feeling like Marc made sense. However, he still could not stop himself from worrying. He kept on feeling like something unexpected might happen, but he could not say why. The strange feeling kept on persisting.
Then, they suddenly saw a figure slowly walking toward them. The person's clothes were familiar. They had gray robes with blue clouds on them. It looked like a warrior from the second-grade world, the Sacred Water Continent. Looking at that figure, Marc pointed over with a smile, "Speak of the devil, isn't that Hector? That's strange... Why is he alone? Where is Edson? Where are the people they're supposed to be sending? Didn't the sound array say that they managed to capture two warriors? Why is he alone? Did something really happen?"
As they said that, both of them froze
as they started to go on alert. It was still far away, and Marc shouted at the person, "Hector, what's your situation?! Why are you alone? Where did Edson and the ones you captured go?"
The person did not answer Marc and merely continued to slowly walk toward them. That was when both of them started to feel like something was amiss.
Manuel frowned as he stared at the person. After observing the person, he whispered, "There's something wrong with this person. He's not Hector. Just look at how he's lowering his head and not letting us see his face!"
The moment he said that, the person in front of them looked up. They saw that it was not Hector. It was a man wearing Hector's robes. The man looked a few years younger than Hector.
His gaze was firm and his footsteps were steady. Even when he was being observed, his expression did not change. It was like nothing that was happening around him
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mattered to him at all. Marc turned to took at Manuel. Both of them felt something off.
Marc narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Who are you? Why are you wearing Hector's clothes?"
The person who was wearing
Hector's clothes was Fane. He had put on a disguise to get closer. He thought that he would have been noticed immediately, but those two had let down their guards too much. When he walked over, they had not tried to check him with their senses at all. Instead, he was allowed to get closer to them. It was only when he was thirty meters away did they notice something wrong.