1139 Bad luck

After Eldrin took off, his silhouette swallowed by the crowd, Liam looked at Elira. "Well, shall we?"

Elira smiled, the weight of their mission pressing on her but not dimming her enthusiasm. "Yes, master. I am ready."

They approached the gates of the arena and walked past the guards. 

For a while Liam was nervous. He wondered if the disguise would truly hold up or not. He even had a stinking suspicion that the elf had abandoned them for this very reason. 

But he did not care. No one would be able to touch them even if they managed to sense him.

And thankfully, the guards had no idea. Liam walked past them and the few guards did not even flinch. They were around Level 500 while he was…

Liam smiled. These past few weeks have been extremely rewarding. It was not just Elira who had gained a few levels. He had also gained quite a bit of stats and some levels.