"How dare those rich a*sholes, who do they think we are? Just because some guy screwed around with the daughter of the clan head and then escaped before the guards could come, and now we're the ones who have to sacrifice our shift time to search the mansion? Screw them!"
"Calm down man. I know exactly how you're feeling, but I suggest you shut up right now or else we're going to end up in trouble."
"You're telling me to shut up? Well then, I got a better idea… Why don't YOU shut up?" He raised his voice, and his colleague let out a sigh.
"Oh? Someone finally escaped from the hands of Margaret? That's news to me..." A sudden voice came from behind the guard, and the guard, still drunk, turned his head back, squinting his eyes as he did so.
Behind them stood a slim and short man with a twirling moustache, who had a wide grin on his face as he opened his mouth to speak. "Would you mind telling me more about it?"
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