Ezekiel almost swung his sword towards his neck. Good thing Jerissa held his arm. Seeing her shook her head, he sheathed his sword.
"Good sire," Jerissa took the initiative to say, "Thank you for saving us."
Jerissa's beauty somehow made the orange-haired man speechless, making him withdraw his dagger into his belt.
She continued, "We are traveling the Northern lands to-"
"Are you looking for a goat's horn too?" the young woman asked in a friendly tone, "The head of the Alamgir Society has instructed that 1 gemshorn can be submitted by more than one person, as long as they're in the same team. How about you take this one?" she pointed to the dead goat's head.
"Shamara, you shouldn't trust strangers too easily."
"Brother, I know they're kind. This man protected the woman behind him, and this woman stopped the man from attacking you," she offered a handshake, "I am Shamara, and this is my brother Fayez. We're from the Zafar Clan, from Jeneva Kingdom."
Next chapter will be a special extra chapter about Ezekiel's and Kristov's childhood~