When he saw the person, Saradin's eyes widened in shock.
He stammered, "You..."
Saradin seemed to recognize Hanjun's face, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
Luckily for him, Hanjun didn't attack while he was still in shock, giving Saradin a moment to recover.
Saradin thought for a long time, finally pulling up some memories from his mind.
He remembered seeing Hanjun once at the Lord's mansion when he met the people from Ulon Town.
Now, he realized that Hanjun must have done something back then to make him overlook his presence.
Otherwise, with Hanjun's striking appearance, it was impossible that Saradin could have ignored him so completely, even forgetting they had met.
Saradin said, "It's you!"
Hanjun nodded, "Yes, it's me. So what?"
As he finished speaking, a flash of light suddenly appeared in front of Saradin's eyes, moving as fast as a blink.
Luckily, Saradin reacted quickly, forming a Wall of Ice to shield himself.
But the light didn't stop because of the Ice Shield spell.
It was like a fine silver thread that sliced through the ice and grazed Saradin's cheek.
A drop of sweat trickled down Saradin's forehead.
What kind of magic was this?
He had never seen anything like it before.
It could even penetrate his Ice Shield spell.
Hanjun's power was clearly beyond anything he could understand, possibly even surpassing that of a high-level Warlock.
Maybe he really would die here.
Trying to ease the tension, Saradin said, "I was hired by Viscount Hereford. If you do this, aren't you worried that the Viscount will be upset with Ulon Town?"
He still didn't know Hanjun's true identity, but since Hanjun came with the people from Ulon Town, Saradin hoped he might consider the bigger picture.
But Saradin was disappointed.
Hanjun said nothing, only raising his hand to cast another spell.
Saradin was their key to his survival.
If anything happened to him, Viscount Hereford would have no choice but to abandon Lindblum City and save himself.
When they arrived at Saradin's house, they saw the usually proud Warlock lying on the ground, moaning in pain with lumps all over his head.
It was a rare sight indeed.
The soldiers were stunned for a moment before one of them asked, "Sir, what happened? Did someone attack you?"
Saradin who are still holding his face, didn't speak for a while.
It was mainly because Hanjun had beaten him up, focusing on his face.
Every time Saradin tried to speak, it hurt.
After gathering his thoughts, he remembered Hanjun's warning and didn't dare tell the truth.
Reluctantly, Saradin said, "Nothing... I was just experimenting with magic, and I accidentally fell."
The soldier looked at Saradin's bruised face, finding his explanation hard to believe.
Anyone could see that Saradin had been punched hard in the face, to the point of being disfigured.
But then, the soldier thought, Saradin is an intermediate-level Warlock and officially recognized by the Magic Tower.
Who in Lindblum City would dare hit him without facing retaliation?
Thinking this way, the soldier concluded that Saradin must be telling the truth.
The soldier helped Saradin into his house, saw how messy it was, and decided not to ask any more questions before preparing to leave.
Saradin called the soldier back and asked, "You know what to tell the Viscount, right?"
The soldier looked at Saradin's condition and cautiously replied, "I'll just say that you were conducting an experiment and that nothing happened."
Saradin nodded his head, finally allowing the soldier to leave.
Lying in bed, Saradin cast a healing spell on himself, which helped his facial injuries a little.
He then began to think about Ulon Town.
How could such a place have someone more powerful than a high-level Warlock?
And that person looked only about fourteen or fifteen years old.
To be so skilled at such a young age, he must be a prodigy.
But judging from the magic used by the other person, Saradin couldn't identify what kind of magic it was.