Victor prepares to sleep that night, drinks and thinks, in fact, he not only drinks at night, but also drinks from morning to night without giving himself a chance, to consider the health problems of aging.
But maybe because you think you don't have time in your life, you let bad things like alcohol ruin you. Victor doesn't know how much longer he has to live, so it's better for him to be happy now than to worry about things like his health.
This village is not as strong as it seems, but Victor does not know its secrets. Every day he seems to be sinking into a hole every second.
When he thought he could drink then, there was a knock on the door, Victor looked at the door wisely, pushed it open, and a man entered. eye
He was an old man wearing black clothes, his eyes were cloudy and his skin was wrinkled, showing that he was old but still strong and as he should be. Due to continuous efforts and training since childhood, the traces of power left on his body cannot be pletely erased by the power of time.
Victor was definitely dizzy from drinking too much, but even though the priest was not wearing a robe, he could clearly see the figure of the man in front of him... to his nervousness. Forget it, it entered the world.
Hexter!
Victor read the old man's name aloud and said that if those evil eyes are watching him, and if these evil spirits are like voices that only live in hell, even an ordinary person can understand. GET
But the old man, attracted by such a spirit, ignored him and spoke quietly, as if he had not heard anything.
Victor, you don't need to say more, just call me Hagar.
Hazen isn't worried about the actions of old Victor, whom he calls Hardeg. I don't want to sweet talk you if you e here just because of what you announced.
Although he looked very old and was about to enter the Earth to join the gods, this did not diminish his power as the representative of the gods.
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