Capítulo 822: First Blood

The first thing he did was cough thrice into the back of his hand. "Man, this place sure smells weird, it's itching my throat."

"Hmph, the air is completely normal," Squire Darbun snorted. "You can't even breathe normally, are you even a Martial Squire?"

He could not be bothered to give the slightest bit of a damn about the overzealous insecure juvenile with a crush on his team leader. The three coughs were a signal to Kane that an unexpected danger was due.

Since he knew he would not be able to directly communicate with Kane, he had devised many actions that were coded signals. Scratching his head indicated that Kane needed to leave immediately and hide in some tunnel leading to the floor. A yawn meant that Kane needed to leave the dungeon. He had even devised fifteen separate coded signals that each told Kane which Martial Squire he needed to kill with his knife in some emergency.