"At ease." The demonic merchant said to the guards, allowing them to finally relax.
They had been on edge from the moment Eliron stepped in, knowing that he could have ended their lives at any point.
After all, crushing a minor commander with such ease meant you were levels above them, to him, these guards would be no greater than fleas.
The demonic merchant knew that there was no hope if it came to a battle, and thankfully it had not come to that.
But if it had, then he would have immediately teleported away.
Over the years, his ability was the reason he had managed to live for this long without getting caught.
The merchant then turned around and left the room, moving into another room in the abandoned building, his most trusted guard following him in.
'I would have loved to do business with that wood elf…' The merchant thought as he walked up to a mirror, staring at his image in it.
