"I-I won't get infected with germs, right?" The fur merchant shivered as he followed behind Lann, asking, "And even my hand can be saved?"
Having lost a lot of strength due to fear and his previous struggle with the Water Ghost, and being dug out from the damp soil by Lann, he spoke through chattering teeth.
"I said, as long as there's a place to rest, treating your wound isn't troublesome... Can you pull yourself together? You're far from death."
Lann, leading the way, glanced back at the fur merchant with a look of speechlessness.
This action made the merchant's body tremble, as it was the first time he caught a glimpse of Lann's faintly glowing eyes in the dim environment.
Earlier, while rescuing him, Lann intentionally kept his eyes lowered to avoid stimulating his already weakened nerves.
"You're a... Demon Hunter?"
The fur merchant spoke cautiously, with a tone of amazement.
