Yellow linen top, blue linen pants with leg bindings, paired with a pair of muddy-edged boots, carrying a small bag.
A whole outfit of cheap goods, with green stubble and a buzz cut, untidy.
Any small merchant or peddler in the city would probably have this kind of shabby look.
But such a shabby-looking peddler of a man was whistling and strolling nonchalantly, watching beside him the once high-ranking, powerful Great Mage crawling on the ground cruelly and painfully, without the slightest emotion.
"Gant...Odim!"
Viggo Fortez almost roared out the name from his painful throat.
But it seemed more like a kind of release of pain, he didn't even glance at Gant Odim.
Instead, he stared intently and fiercely at the path he was about to crawl.
"I have always been at your service, dear Lord Viggo Fortez."
[Mirror Master], or as Lann called him, [Glass Boy].
He was still smiling leisurely at this moment.
