"By the way, who are the guys that are trying to get you?"
Ivor asked while stocking up on food rations. He had taken a runic storage unit containing packets of lamb jerky made of a ranked beast. He also stockpiled various potions. He had won a few precious potions inside Minerva's Utopia as rewards. But he needed to get his hands on regular potions nonetheless.
Layla was busy writing some stuff down in her book when she heard Ivor's question. She finished what she was doing and closed the book before laying down on her bed. She stared at the ceiling a bit to get her thoughts right before answering.
"Um… I don't know their identities exactly. I don't have time to pay attention to them. They are still far away from getting close to me after all. But I have my own ways to keep tabs on them.
They have someone in charge of them. He is named Oliver."
