“Ms. Rosa, do you think my act of power is passable?”
Jared turned to Rosa and asked.
Rosa was already so stunned that she dared not speak. She just kept nodding her head in agreement.
At that time, by the side of the street, there was a tavern. On the second floor, by the window, sat a man donned in a fiery red cloak. He appeared to be quite refined and elegant.
The man's attire was quite unique, as if he was engulfed in flames.
On the man's face, a mask was worn, concealing all his features. Only a pair of eyes were exposed.
The man's eyes were locked intently on Jared.
It seemed as though Jared could feel the man's gaze upon him. Slowly, he lifted his head to meet it.
As their eyes met, a slight frown creased Jared's brows.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity with those eyes, yet he simply couldn't recall why.
“Mr. Chance, would you care to sit with me?”
Upon noticing Jared's gaze on him, the man proceeded to initiate a conversation.
Jared nodded, lightly tapped his foot, and promptly took a seat across from the man.
“Do we know each other?” Jared asked.
The man shook his head. “I don't know you personally, but your reputation precedes you.”
Jared sized up the man standing before him and said, “I feel a sense of familiarity with you, but I can't quite place it. Your eyes... They remind me a bit of a friend of mine.”
“Friend?” The man visibly shuddered slightly. “Which friend of yours?”
“Enough about him. I know we'll soon cross paths again. He's always been out for my blood, but he's failed every single time. I'm not sure of the level he has achieved in his training this time, but I predict that his performance may still disappoint him!”
With a slight smile, Jared spoke.
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