“What nonsense is this? I told you to keep yourself out of trouble and rest,” the elderly man, the pope, questioned the blue-haired player. The elderly man’s magic aura was quite indicative of the extent of his power. 

‘It's like all the movers and shakers are here,’ Gi-Gyu thought in awe. Everywhere he looked, he saw impressive players going about. Just the elderly man in front of him had to be a world-class fighter. 

Beside Gi-Gyu, El suddenly mumbled, “Michael…” 

“El, what’s wrong?” Gi-Gyu asked, but El continued to mumble the blue-haired man’s name.

“Michael…” 

Michael glanced at El before turning toward the pope. He pointed at Gi-Gyu and protested, “But Your Holiness! Can’t you feel it too? This player is giving off—” 

Gi-Gyu couldn’t help but frown. Wanting to end this commotion, Tae-Shik announced in a quiet but assertive voice, “That’s enough. If you have something to say, find us after the meeting. Stop making a scene here.”

The power in that sentence told Gi-Gyu that Tae-Shik had been keeping himself active lately. Had he been spending much time hunting? Or did he get a lot of battle experience from chasing the Caravan Guild? Whatever he did, Tae-Shik had become much more powerful than before. 

Michael trembled and argued, “How dare you!” 

“Michael!” the pope roared. Displeased, the elderly man ordered, “You...