Chapter 88

Ralf Wolfgang has a square head, has a long dirty blonde hair that almost reaches his waist, with a long beard, and with a pair of sharp eyes and eyebrows, along with a robust build.

He literally looks and had the build of a viking, even with how he’s dressed right now where he would certainly mistaken as warrior rather than a druid.

’A druid? It’s already my second time seeing one, could he be someone from the Church of the Wild? I wonder how powerful a druid truly is’ Wesley thought, as he tried to keep a poker face as its already enough that he had been surprised multiple times already.

"I’m a 9th Circle Druid of the Church of the Wild, and I wanted to meet you because I want to ask for your help"

Ralf eyes stared deeply at Wesley, but the latter just ignored what he said.

"Is a 9th Circle Druid powerful? How are they compared to a Hermit or a Saint?"

When he heard his question, the edge of Ralf’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch as he suddenly had the urge to beat up someone.