That night, war raged in the valley of Walibel.

The horse's hooves shook the entire valley to the point that it could not fall asleep.

Huge rocks were constantly thrown out of the hands of the stone giants, almost as if they covered the sky and the moon.

That night, no one knew what happened in the valley of Walibel.

It seemed that only the soul stone on Gerald's waist, which constantly emitted blue light, recorded everything.

A night passed.

Early in the morning, outside the Ancient City of Life. Two cloaked guys slowly walked into the city, causing the elves on the road to cast sidelong glances at them.

Finally, the guy at the back could not help but approach his companion in front and ask in a low voice, "Teacher, can we really hide our identities like this?"

The companion in front nodded with certainty, "Don't worry, we're completely wrapped up now. They definitely won't be able to see who we are."

"Uh, but I keep feeling like they're all looking at us."

"That's your illusion. Because you have a ghost in your heart, you feel uneasy that everyone is looking at you. In fact, when we put on our cloaks, no one will care about us at all!"

"Really..."

Timus looked helplessly at the elves who stared at him along the way.

He felt that these elves were looking at him.

But since his teacher had said so, he could only believe it.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the tavern in the Ancient City of Life and found a remote corner to sit down.

As soon as they sat down, all the elves in the tavern turned their heads almost at the same time and looked over. They were also secretly discussing something with their companions.

Obviously, the two of them were the most eye-catching people in the city. After all, even if the entire Ancient City of Life was turned upside down, it would be impossible to find a third person who wrapped themselves in a cloak like them.

When he sensed these gazes, Timus asked again without much confidence, "Teacher, they really seem to be staring at us. Is there really no problem with our appearances?"

"Of course. If I say there's no problem, then there's definitely no problem. Wearing a cloak is a very useful concealment technique. You still have a lot to learn." Mike said confidently as he drank his drink.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a group of guards walked into the tavern.

Beside the captain of the guards, stood an elf dressed as a commoner. He looked around the tavern.

When the elf's gaze met Mike's, he immediately raised his finger and pointed at Mike and Timus. "Sir, it's the two of them!"

The captain of the guards looked at Mike and Timus and immediately walked over and instantly surrounded the two of them.

Timus' face was full of nervousness, Mike, however, continued to drink as if there was no one else around.

"Who are you, people? What are you doing here?" The captain of the guards asked in a menacing tone.

Mike replied indifferently, "What does it have to do with you? Did I break the law?"

"If you don't tell the truth, Don't blame me for being rude!"

The captain of the guards slapped the small wooden table, it caused the old wooden table to creak in protest.

Only then did the tavern owner raise his head slightly and remind him discontentedly, "You'd better be careful. If you break a table, you'll have to pay 12 silver coins."

The guard captain paid no attention to the tavern owner. Instead, he slowly leaned over and approached Mike. The two of them were almost face to face.

This was a common technique used by guards. By applying psychological pressure towards others. This way, many things would be much easier to do.

However, this method was of no use to Mike.

As long as the person in front of Mike was not a god, he would not be afraid of anyone here.

Even if the entire city's guards were gathered together, Mike was confident that he would be able to kill them all.

"I'll ask you one last time. Who exactly are you and what is your purpose in coming to the Ancient City of Life?" The guard's tone sounded as if he was trying to contain his anger.

This was also a technique. By doing so, he could make the other party feel that he had lost his patience and could also put psychological pressure on them.

However, Mike was still unmoved. He calmly took a sip of his drink and then replied, "I still say the same thing. What has it got to do with you? Have I broken the law? I advise you not to bring trouble upon yourselves."

Timus's entire body seemed to have stiffened.

He had never thought that his teacher would use such an attitude to talk to the guards. Although with Timus and Mike's strength, this small group of guards really did not need to be taken seriously.

But the problem was that behind them was an entire race and country. If he had a conflict with the guards, it would cause him a lot of trouble. He really hoped that the captain of the guards in front of him would say helplessly, "I'm sorry, you really didn't break the law. I wish you a happy life." Then, he would quickly leave with his men.

However, imagination was often the opposite of reality.

The captain of the guards waved his hand and immediately ordered, "Bring them back! I want to see what purpose these guys have." 

When he heard this, Timus' heart almost sank to the bottom. He did not expect to get into so much trouble when he just arrived in the elf territory.

In Timus' memory, according to the Elf Law, these guards had the right to directly detain Mike and Timus in a cell for three days. They could not go anywhere during these three days, and all their belongings would be confiscated.

Now, Timus only hoped that Mike would not cause any more trouble. He only wanted to stay in prison for the next three days and leave safely. After all, they really did not do anything bad. In three days, the elves would have to let them go.

They only needed to endure for three days!

However, Timus' good wishes fell through once again.

Just as all the guards were about to make a move, the guard captain's neck suddenly ruptured, and a large amount of blood sprayed onto the table.

For a moment, almost everyone present was stunned. What exactly happened? Why was the guard Captain's throat suddenly slit?

Could it be that these two guys were the ones who made the move?

But, they did not see anything!

Countless questions instantly appeared in the minds of all the elves.

Meanwhile, Timus widened his eyes and looked at Mike beside him. There was only one word left in his heart, 'It's over!'

As for Mike, he slowly stood up under Timus' gaze. He held the drink in his hand and downed it in one gulp. Then, he placed the empty cup on the wooden table that was covered in blood and said with a smile, "I've already said, don't look for trouble, but why didn't you listen?"

"Boss, as for the cleaning fee for this table, just ask these guards for it.

"If they're still alive."