Contrary to the monk's belief, calling out his name didn't make Levin lower his guard. If anything, the soldier became more wary than ever, staring at the monk with the laser gun pointing at the man in front of him. One of his fingers had already slipped through the gun, ready to pull the trigger at any time.
"Just pull it!" The illusionist shouted like a cheerleader inside his head. "One shot to the left chest, or even to the head, just like how you killed me! That way, you can get two items in one go, and who knows? Maybe, the monk's crazy technique will also be yours!" While Levin was tempted a little by what the illusionist said, his curiosity about the monk stopped him from pulling the trigger.
'How could he know my name? Is it from that mammoth? If so, then, what is his relationship with the mammoth? What does he want to do with me? Is he an enemy or not?
