He suddenly appeared in front of Shawn, a faint smile on his face, and said gently, "Hello."
"I am Aemon the Fire Thief, you can call me the President."
Shawn's figure froze in place.
At this moment, he wasn't wearing the Confusion, so he could see the true face of the other. Before Shawn was a middle-aged man with an elegant face that looked somewhat familiar. Behind this middle-aged man projected a grand illusion: wearing a luxurious black and red robe, a pair of curved demon horns extending from his forehead, a pair of wings formed of blood-red flames behind him. The enormous shadow held a dazzling Ruby Scepter, all ten fingers adorned with mysterious black rings. His pitch-black eyes were like an Abyss that swallowed everything, staring at the minute Shawn before him.
In an instant, Shawn remembered who this middle-aged man in front of him was.
His neighbor, that elegant middle-aged man living across from him.
