When the goblins attacked his village, he noticed how organized they were, strictly following commands from their leaders. That wasn't normal, even with a shaman among them. Goblins at D-Rank wouldn't let another beast lead them. It was clear the attack had been orchestrated by someone smarter. Now, upon seeing the Beast Lure, he wanted to know its origin.
After hearing the question, Arthur sighed inwardly before replying with a strange expression.
"The masked man? If I say I don't know him, that would be a lie. In truth..." He paused briefly, his expression growing complicated. He had to tell the truth.
"Speak." Novarian's gaze grew sharp. He had sensed some connection between Arthur and the masked man.
