Jovany Leopold always felt Merrill Caldwell was different from what he remembered.
A little girl, yet her assassin was a top-tier strongman in this world!
She could remain calm even when the assassin was less than a meter away.
Then there's Demarco Mount, who yells at him that he's a loser all day, and Grace River, who always points a sword at his neck.
All these women around Julius Reed, what kind of oddballs are they?
None of them are normal, just like his mom!
A decent man who doesn't like meekness or wooing, only enjoys wielding blades and firearms!
"Anyway… thanks." Jovany Leopold stood up, wincing from the pain.
"Julius Reed arranged for me to help out if the Yellow Sand Monster couldn't manage it, and the problem is resolved now. If the other side comes again, I won't be able to hold them off."
He clasped his hands, chuckling: "I'll be off now!"
"Alright, take care."
Merrill Caldwell nodded, unperturbed.
Still, she sent over some clothes.
