If it weren't for the sinister glint that occasionally flashed in his eyes, the man would have looked like an orthodox Holy Knight who strictly abided by the faith.
This was "Blood Hand" Johnny.
A Tier Five Fallen Paladin, battle group leader of the Bloody Cross Group, and one of the key figures for the Blue Scarf in Sardinia Province.
At this moment, he sat with his eyes slightly closed, his fingers drumming softly on the tabletop, seemingly waiting for something.
Seated to his right was a slender, middle-aged man.
He wore a suit of leather armor that pulsed with Magic, and two long, narrow scimitars hung at his waist. His entire demeanor was one of sharp vigilance.
On his shoulder perched a large bird with ice-blue feathers. The bird was observing everyone in the tent with its amber eyes, occasionally tilting its head to preen its own feathers.
His name was Blue Crow.
