Communicating With Assassins

Ice Demon City.

It had been a week since Baron Ethan and his merry band of misfits had set out towards Vermillion City. The duty of monitoring and watching over the city fell to Dray and Nero.

Dray currently lived in his own home, which was connected to the dungeon below by a sizable hole.

The villagers and kids would come to play with him every morning, and people would stop to chat with him.

And he'd teach them how to use an axe.

He was already too darn good-looking for anyone to dislike, and he could now blend in just fine as a regular person.

It was late at night.

Dray sat on his bed after the kids had departed and released his senses around the city. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to level up even once now that his level had risen.

Their previous advantage of quickly levelling has nearly evaporated.

Suddenly.

Dray's eyes lit up as he sat peacefully with a spark of illumination.

His awareness was already broad enough to include the entire city because he was an A-r